I Have No More To Say Except

I Try To Write Something That Would Interest Anybody And Keep Them Turning The Page. You Must Have A Plot And Good Storyline.

Don't Tell Me To Believe. Don't Tell Me To Believe In The Same God Or Laws That Men Believe In Who Commit These Murders. Don't Tell Me To Believe That God Can Bless This Country And That Men Are Judged By Their Peers. Who Among His Peers Judged Him? Was I There? Was The Minister There? Was Harry Williams There? Was Farrell Jarreau? Was My Aunt? Was Vivian? No, His Peers Did Not Judge Him, And I Will Not Believe.

...my Heart May Have Been In It But My Soul Was Not.

You've Got To Bend With The Wind Or You're Broken.

Sometimes You Got To Hurt Something To Help Something. Sometimes You Have To Plow Under One Thing In Order For Something Else To Grow.