I Do Not Know What Evil Is

You Have To Want To Listen To It, And Then You Can Hear It. It Has A Strange, Beautiful Texture. It Doesn't Always Talk. Sometimes-sometimes It Cries, And You Can Hear The Pain Of The World In It. It Hurts To Listen To It Then. But You Have To.

A Life Is Measured By How It Is Lived For The Sake Of Heaven.

I Won't Talk To You About My Family And You Won't Talk To Me About Yours. Family Talk Is Either Boring Or Self-pitying. Or It's Gothic, Like A Faulkner Novel. Who Needs To Talk About It? It's Enough To Live It.

All Of Us Grow Up In Particular Realities - A Home, Family, A Clan, A Small Town, A Neighborhood. Depending Upon How We're Brought Up, We Are Either Deeply Aware Of The Particular Reading Of Reality Into Which We Are Born, Or We Are Peripherally Aware Of It.

It Is Impossible To Fuse Totally With A Culture For Which You Feel A Measure Of Antagonism.