Just Because A Woman Is Silent Does

We Wish To Make Rage Into A Fire That Cooks Things Rather Than A Fire Of Conflagration.

The Body Remembers, The Bones Remember, The Joints Remember, Even The Little Finger Remembers. Memory Is Lodged In Pictures And Feelings In The Cells Themselves. Like A Sponge Filled With Water, Anywhere The Flesh Is Pressed, Wrung, Even Touched Lightly, A Memory May Flow Out In A Stream.

Art Is Not Meant To Be Created In Stolen Moments Only.

The Desire To Force Love To Live Only In Its Most Positive Form Is What Causes Love Ultimately To Fall Over Dead.

If Logic Was Anything, All Men Would Ride Sidesaddles.