As I Grew Up, One Of My

My Father Was A Dreamy Fellow - He Read Plato And Socrates And Watched Phillies Games.

Those Who Have Suffered Understand Suffering And Therefore Extend Their Hand.

I've Never Felt Grounded Because Of My Ancestry Or My Gender. I Think Until Women Get Away From That They're Not Going To Be Great Writers.

I Refuse To Believe That Hendrix Had The Last Possessed Hand, That Joplin Had The Last Drunken Throat, That Morrison Had The Last Enlightened Mind.

I Understood That In This Small Space Of Time We Had Mutually Surrendered Our Loneliness And Replaced It With Trust.