Evil Can Do Anything, For A Price.

Mama Was Crying, And The Rain Made It Seem As If The Whole World Was Crying.

I Don't Know What She Is Now. A Stranger, Mostly. It's As If She Has Become A Part Of A Different World, One That Doesn't Include Me Anymore.

She Fell Asleep, And It Was A Sleep As Thin As The Night Clouds, Dotted With Dreams That Came And Went Like The Stars.

And Here In This Room, I Re-experience The Memories Again And Again It Is How Wisdom Comes And How We Shape Our Future.

I Don't Set Out To Transmit A Message. I Don't Write With A Political Point Of View. There Are No Religious Overtones. Looking Back At My Books, I Can Say, 'oh, Yes, It Is There.' But It's Not In My Mind When I Write.