I Have No More To Say Except

I Want You To Show Them The Difference Between What They Think You Are And What You Can Be.

But Let Us Say He Was (guilty). Let Us For A Moment Say He Was (guilty). What Justice Would There Be To Take His Life? Justice, Gentlemen? Why, I Would Just As Soon Put A Hog In The Electric Chair As This.

There Will Always Be Men Struggling To Change, And There Will Always Be Those Who Are Controlled By The Past.

We Looked At Each Other, And I Could See In Those Big Reddened Eyes That He Was Not Going To Scream. He Was Full Of Anger - And Who Could Blame Him? - But He Was No Fool. He Needed Me, And He Wanted Me Here, If Only To Insult Me.

All Writers Write About The Past, And I Try To Make It Come Alive So You Can See What Happened.