I Write With As Much Objectivity As

We Wait Till Now? Now, When We're Old Men, We Get To Be Brave?

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.

I Think I'm A Very Religious Person. I Think I Believe In God As Much As Any Man Does. I Don't Only Believe In God, I Know There's God.

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.

I Believe That The Writer Should Tell A Story. I Believe In Plot. I Believe In Creating Characters And Suspense.