On Their Way To Freedom, Some People

That The World I Was In Could Be Soft, Lovely, And Nourishing Was More Than I Could Bear, And So I Stood There And Wept, For I Didn't Want To Love One More Thing In My Life, Didn't Want One More Thing That Could Make My Heart Break Into A Million Little Pieces At My Feet.

In My Writing I'm Trying To Explore The Violations People Commit Upon Each Other.

I Was Then At The Height Of My Two-facedness: That Is, Outside I Seemed One Way, Inside I Was Another; Outside False, Inside True.

A Great Piece Of Literature Encompasses All That Is And All That Will Be.

Who You Are Is A Mystery No One Can Answer, Not Even You.