Fiction Is A Piece Of Truth That

That Was What Gospel Was Meant To Do - Make You Hate And Love Yourself At The Same Time, Make You Ashamed And Glorified.

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.

Mama Learned To Laugh With Them, Before They Could Laugh At Her, And To Do It So Well No One Could Be Sure What She Really Thought Or Felt.

The Only Magic We Have Is What We Make In Ourselves, The Muscles We Build Up On The Inside, The Sense Of Belief We Create From Nothing.

Women Lose Their Lives Not Knowing They Can Do Something Different. Men Eat Themselves Up Believing They Have To Be The Thing They Have Been Made. Children Go Crazy. Really, Even Children Go Crazy, Believing The Shape Of The Life They Must Live Is As Small And Mean And Broken As They Are Told.