Come On, Is Your Heart A Sponge

The Best Fiction Stays With You And Changes You.

Death Should Be Celebrated...when You Put Something In The Ground You Always Know Where It Is

In My Earliest Memory, My Grandfather Is Bald As A Stone And He Takes Me To See The Tigers.

When Your Fight Has Purpose - To Free You From Something, To Interfere On The Behalf Of An Innocent - It Has A Hope Of Finality. When The Fight Is About Unraveling - When It Is About Your Name, The Places To Which Your Blood Is Anchored, The Attachment Of Your Name To Some Landmark Or Event - There Is Nothing But Hate, And The Long, Slow Progression Of People Who Feed On It And Are Fed It, Meticulously, By The Ones Who Come Before Them. Then The Fight Is Endless, And Comes In Waves And Waves, But Always Retains Its Capacity To Surprise Those Who Hope Against It.

We're All Entitled To Our Superstitions.