Evil, However Powerful It Seemed,could Be Undone

I Was A Weird Little Kid. I Was Very Irritable, Bored, Frustrated. I Felt My Imagination Bubbling Inside My Head Without Having Any Way To Express Itself. Given A Crayon And Paper, I Would Not Draw A Train Or A House. I Would Draw These Monsters, Beasts And Demons.

A Soul Of Water A Soul Of Stone. A Soul By Name A Soul Unknown. The Hours Unmake Our Flesh Our Bone. The Soul Is All And All Alone!

Superman Is, After All, An Alien Life Form. He Is Simply The Acceptable Face Of Invading Realities.

Everybody Is A Book Of Blood; Wherever We're Opened, We're Red.

Often People Who Are Wonderful With Animals Aren't Always Terribly Good With Human Beings.