In The American Soul There Is A

The Dead Have A Presence.

We Commit Our Crimes At Night And Reveal Ourselves In The High Noon Of Studio Lights.

America Can Be Saved Only By What It's Trying To Destroy.

What You See Is Not What We See. What You See Is Distracted By Memory, By Being Who You Are, All This Time, For All These Years.

Every Sentence Has A Truth Waiting At The End Of It And The Writer Learns How To Know It When He Finally Gets There.