Part Of Me Still Loves. More Of

I Listen To The Tick Of An Unseen Clock Marking Moments Of Time Long Passed.

I Have A Great Amount Of Confidence And Faith In My Abilities To Write. There Are Other Areas Of My Life Where I'm Not As Confident, And Have Not As Much Faith, But When It Comes Down To Writing And Working, I Don't Worry About It. I Trust Myself To Get It Right.

One Of The Beautiful And Terrible Things About America Is You Can Go There And Still Be Whatever You Want, If You Bust Your Ass And You Have Some Luck.

The One Word Love Means Too Little For What It Is. It Doesn't Communicate Even A Fraction Of The Feelings Involved. Love. The Word Is Not Enough For What It Is. Love. Love.

For Years I Supported Capital Punishment, But I Have Come To Believe That Our Criminal Justice System Is Incapable Of Adequately Distinguishing Between The Innocent And Guilty. It Is Reprehensible And Immoral To Gamble With Life And Death.