Hair Is Gray And The Firers Are

My Father Was Strict, But He Recognised My Ability And Got A Lot Of Flak From The Church For Supporting Me.

I Don't Want To Sit On The Sidelines And Not Value The Gift Of Being Here. Instead Of The Idea Of Time Ticking Away, The Grains Of Sand Running Out, I Try To Think Of Time As Giving Me Another Grain Of Sand, Another Gift. So Time Passing Is An Accumulation, Rather Than A Diminishing.

On Some Of My Darkest Days, Lucifer's The One Who Comes And Gives Me An Ice Cream.

There Were Times That I Needed To Go To Battle, But How I Went To Battle Wasn't Always The Best Way In.

I Collect Art Books. I Have Hundreds And Hundreds Of Them And They Get Me To Start Hearing Things. Sometimes People Look At Them, But I Find That Visual Art Gets Me Listening, Gets Me Hearing Things.