Life Has A Truth To It, And

In Isolation I Ruthlessly Plow The Deep Silences, Seeking My Opportunities Like A Miner Seeking Veins Of Treasures. In What Shallow Glimmering Space Shall I Find What Glimmering Glory?

In My Writing I'm Trying To Explore The Violations People Commit Upon Each Other. And The Important Thing Isn't Whether I'm Angry. The More Important Thing Is, Is It True? Do These Things Really Happen?

I Can't Get Upset About 'offensive To Women' Or 'offensive To Blacks' Or 'offensive To Native Americans' Or 'offensive To Jews' ... Offend! I Can't Get Worked Up About It. Offend!

I Would Never Never Read A Work Of Fiction And Want To Know About The Person's Life.

Friendship Is A Simple Thing, And Yet Complicated; Friendship Is On The Surface, Something Natural, Something Taken For Granted, And Yet Underneath One Could Find Worlds.