A Mother's Love Liberates.

There Are Some Nights When Sleep Plays Coy, Aloof And Disdainful. And All The Wiles That I Employ To Win Its Service To My Side Are Useless As Wounded Pride, And Much More Painful.

The Future Is Plump With Promise.

We Need To Not Be In Denial About What We've Done, What We've Come Through. It Will Help Us If We All Do That.

I Became The Kind Of Parent My Mother Was To Me.

When I Am Writing, I Am Trying To Find Out Who I Am, Who We Are, What We're Capable Of, How We Feel, How We Lose And Stand Up, And Go On From Darkness Into Darkness. I'm Trying For That. But I'm Also Trying For The Language. I'm Trying To See How It Can Really Sound.