I Want To Love All The Children

Your Quest Is For Darkness Only. This Sea Is Not Your Sea. The Myths Of Men Are Not Your Myths. Men's Treasures Are Not Yours.

Strong Women Are Absolutely Unpredictable.

I Claim Dickens As A Mentor. He's My Teacher. He's One Of My Driving Forces.

In The Spring Of 1988, I Returned To New Orleans, And As Soon As I Smelled The Air, I Knew I Was Home. It Was Rich, Almost Sweet, Like The Scent Of Jasmine And Roses Around Our Old Courtyard. I Walked The Streets, Savoring That Long Lost Perfume.

Every Moment Must Be First Known And Then Savored.