People Begin To Write In Order To

Don't Go Taking That Gospel Stuff Seriously. It's Nice To Clean You Out Now And Then, But It Ain't For Real. It's Like Bad Whiskey. Run Through You Fast And Leave You With Pain.

Behind The Story I Tell Is The One I Don't...behind The Story You Hear Is The One I Wish I Could Make You Hear.

Delia Picked At The Raw Sores Of Her Conscience...drunk Or Sober, Delia Lived In The Small Town In Her Heart, Ignoring The World In Which All Her Love Had Turned To Grief.

I'm Still Very Blunt: If You Want To Be A Writer, Get A Day Job. The Fact That I Have Actually Been Able To Make A Living At It Is Astonishing.

Stories Are The One Sure Way I Know To Touch The Heart And Change The World.