In The End We Are All Caught

The Battle Between Good And Evil Is Endlessly Fascinating Because We Are Participants Every Day.

We're All Going To Die; I'm Just Trying To Make It A Little More Interesting.

The Poets Continually And Sometimes Wilfully Mistake Love. Love Is The Old Slaughterer.

I Find I'm So Excited I Can Barely Sit Still Or Hold A Thought In My Head. I Think It Is The Excitement Only A Free Man Can Feel, A Free Man At The Start Of A Long Journey Whose Conclusion Is Uncertain. I Hope I Can Make It Across The Border. I Hope To See My Friend, And Shake His Hand. I Hope The Pacific Is As Blue As It Has Been In My Dreams. I Hope.

We Never Know Which Lives We Influence, Or When, Or Why. Not Until The Future Eats The Present, Anyway. We Know When It's Too Late.