Fiction Writing Feels More Honest To Me.

I'd Trapped Myself In A Script.... But To Be Scripted At All Is To Be Prepackaged, Programmed, Pinned To A Page. Only The Unwritten Can Truly Live A Life. So Who I Was, What I Was, Had To Be Unwritten.

Ecosystems Are Holy. The Word "environmental" Is A Deadly Compromise Itself. It's A Policy Word That Lives Only In The Head, And Barely There.

--i Truly And Deeply Wanted To Kill Him. And I Believe I Could Have Done It, With Nothing But My Hands. But All Of A Sudden, Out Of Nowhere, Peter Had An Arm Around Me. "let It Go, Kade," He Was Whispering Very Gently, Though His Arm Was Nearly Crushing Me. "open Your Fists," He Said, "and Let Go Of The Coals.

Is The Work Of Sun Worshippers To Honor Those Who Think They Can See The Sun? Or To Worship The Sun?

Anyone Too Undisciplined, Too Self-righteous Or Too Self-centered To Live In The World As It Is Has A Tendency To Idealize A World Which Ought To Be. But No Matter What Political Or Religious Direction Such Idealists Choose, Their Visions Always Share One Telling Characteristic: In Their Utopias, Heavens Or Brave New Worlds, Their Greatest Personal Weakness Suddenly Appears To Be A Strength.