And I Ask Him Why He Cuts

Why Am I In Hell? It Hurts. It Hurts All The Time. Why Am I In Hell? I Just Want To Go Home And Lie On The Bed The Way I Used To. Please Take Me Home.

I Just Wanted All The Wars To Be Over So That We Could Spend The Money On Starships And Mars Colonies.

Truth Speaks Best In The Language Of Poetry And Symbolism, I Think.

My Greatest Accomplishment So Far Is To Keep Selling Enough That I Never Want For The Labor That Sustains My Presbyterian Soul.

Writers And Artists Build By Hand Little Worlds That They Hope Might Effect Change In Real Minds, In The Real World Where Stories Are Read. A Story Can Make Us Cry And Laugh, Break Our Hearts, Or Make Us Angry Enough To Change The World.