I Know Nothing, Because I Know Too

Oh, The Lies That I Have Told Myself And Others. I Knew It Yet I Didn't Know.

...what Was The Good Of Being A Movie Werewolf? You Howled At The Moon; You Couldn't Remember What You Did, And Then Somebody Shot You.

I Love You Still, That's The Torment Of It. Lestat I Never Loved. But You! The Measure Of My Hatred Is That Love. They Are The Same! Do You Know Now How Much I Hate You!

You Have Made Me Ashamed Of The Wasted Years. You Have Made Me Acknowledge That No Darkness Has Ever Been Deep Enough To Extinguish My Personal Knowledge Of Love. And All Around Me In This World I See Evidence Of Love. I See Love. I See It In The Human Struggle. I See Its Undeniable Penetration In All That Humans Have Accomplished In Their Poetry, Their Painting, Their Music, Their Love Of One Another And Refusal To Accept Suffering As Their Lot.

Being Liberated Means Reading What You Want To Read, And Fantasizing About What You Want To Fantasize About.