You Are Not Your Past.

There Is A Big Confusion In This Country Over What We Want Verses What We Need...you Need Food. You Want A Chocolate Sundae.

All Parents Damage Their Children. It Cannot Be Helped. Youth, Like Pristine Glass, Absorbs The Prints Of Its Handlers. Some Parents Smudge, Others Crack, A Few Shatter Childhoods Completely Into Jagged Little Pieces, Beyond Repair.

You Are Not Your Past.

We All Know How To Be A Child.

I Took My Orders, Too. But If I Couldn't Keep You Alive, I Thought I Could At Least Keep You Together. In The Middle Of A Big War, You Go Looking For A Small Idea To Believe In. When You Find One, You Hold It The Way A Soldier Holds His Crucifix When He's Praying In A Foxhole.