To Hell With Facts! We Need Stories.

We Made Love. How Pedestrian The Words Look-trite, Worn, Practically Featureless With Use-but How Can One Better Describe That Which Happens When It Happens? That Creation? That Magic Blending? I Might Say We Became Figures In A Mesmerized Dance Before The Rocking Talisman Of The Moon, Starting Slow, So Slow... A Pair Of Feathers Drifting Through Clear Liquid Substance Of Sky... Gradually Accelerating, Faster And Faster And Finally Into Photon Existence Of Pure Light... As My Whole Straining Body Burst Like Fluid Electricity Into Hers.

You Can't Really Be Strong Until You See A Funny Side To Things.

The Truth Doesn't Have To Do With Cruelty, The Truth Has To Do With Mercy.

When You Love Someone It Is Forever, Or It Was Never Really Love At All.

There's Something About Taking A Plow And Breaking New Ground. It Gives You Energy.