New York Is The Last True City.

Our Ancestors Are An Ever Widening Circle Of Hope.

Which Was What Love Was: Unmotivated Respect.

Love It, Love It And The Beat And Beating Heart, Love That Too. More Than Eyes Or Feet. More Than Lungs That Have Yet To Draw Free Air. More Than Your Life-holding Womb And Your Life-giving Private Parts, Hear Me Now, Love Your Heart. For This Is The Prize.

The Function Of Freedom Is To Free Someone Else.

Let Your Face Speak What's In Your Heart. When My Kids Walk In The Room My Face Says I'm Glad To See Them.