When I Write, I Strain With Every

What You Accomplish In Life Is Limited Only By Your Imagination And The Fear Of Reprisal. Life Is Too Fleeting And Unrewarding To Have To Live With The Added Anus Of Indignity. The Denial Of One's Inevitable Demise Is What Causes Most Of The Astringent Blandness In The World. When Your Existence Ends Most Certainly In Death, There Is No Such Thing As 'going Too Far'. There Are No 'lines' You Should Fear To Cross Except The Finish Line. Playing It Safe Is The Most Dangerous Thing You Could Do.

I Didn't See Much Besides Melbourne And A Quick Trip Down To The Twelve Apostles, But All The Aussies I Encountered Were Good-spirited And Had A Fine Sense Of Humor.

My Hatred Is Diamond-hard.

I Never Want To Think Or Write About The Topic Again When I'm Finished With It.

It's Not Exactly Courageous To Be An Anti-racist These Days; A Hundred Years Ago, It Was.