I Take This Continent With Me Into

And They Were All, When Their Souls Grew Warm, Poets.

Your Mind's Always Juggling, Isn't It?-mirrors, Torches, Plates.

Christ Is One Of The 'family' Now. I Often Wonder If God Recognizes His Own Son The Way We've Dressed Him Up, Or Is It Dressed Him Down? He's Regular Peppermint Stick Now, All Sugar Crystal And Saccharine - When He Isn't Making Veiled References To Certain Commercial Products That Ever Worshiper Absolutely Needs.

Edgar Allen Poe Really Started Me When I Was 8. I Fell In Love With Everything Of His.

Don't Write For Money. Write Because You Love To Do Something. If You Write For Money, You Won't Write Anything Worth Reading.