Be Strong. Live Honorably And With Dignity.

But Love Is Different For Every Person. For Some It's Hate, For Some It's Joy, For Some It's Fear, For Some It's Jealousy, For Some It's Torture, For Some It's Peace. For Some It's Everything.

Words Can't Say This. The One Word Love Means Too Little For What It Is. It Means Everything And That Is Still Not Enough.

I've Always Said I'm More Influenced In What I Do By Artists, And How They Work, How They Think, And The Freedom They're Given To Work And Think, Than I Really Am By Other Writers.

For Years I Supported Capital Punishment, But I Have Come To Believe That Our Criminal Justice System Is Incapable Of Adequately Distinguishing Between The Innocent And Guilty. It Is Reprehensible And Immoral To Gamble With Life And Death.

This Moment And This Chance, They Are The Same, And They Are Mine If I Choose Them,and I Do. I Want Them. Now And As Long As I Can Have Them They Are Both Precious And Fleeting And Gone In The Blink Of An Eye, Don't Waste Them. A Moment And An Opportunity And A Life, All In The Unseen Tick Of A Clock Holding Me Nowhere. My Heart Is Beating. The Walls Are Pale And Quiet. I Am Surviving.