Something Lurked Inside The Truth.

I Don't Want To Do The Type Of Writing Where I Recite Biography, Parentage And Education. I Want To Rise Up From The Words On The Page And Do Something, Hurt Someone.

Do People Still Shoot At Presidents? I Thought There Were More Stimulating Targets.' (20)

The True Life Is Not Reducible To Words Spoken Or Written, Not By Anyone, Ever. The True Life Takes Place When We're Alone, Thinking, Feeling, Lost In Memory, Dreamingly Self-aware, The Submicroscopic Moments.

Dying Was Just An Extended Version Of Ash Wednesday.

He Speaks In Your Voice, American, And There's A Shine In His Eye That's Halfway Hopeful.