Most Of Us Don't Live Our Lives

Words, Words, Words, A Million Million Words Circle In My Head Like Hawks, Waiting To Dive Onto The Page To Rend And Tear The Only Two Words I Want To Write. Why Me?

If There Was Anything I Learned From John The Baptist, It Was That The Sooner You Confess A Mistake, The Quicker You Can Get On To Making New And Better Mistakes.

Love Is Not Something You Think About, It Is A State In Which You Dwell

Little-boy Love...the Cleanest Pain I've Ever Known. Love Without Desire, Conditions, Or Limits - A Pure And Radiant Glow In The Heart That Could Make Me Giddy And Sad And Glorious All At Once. Where Does It Go? Why, In All Their Experiments, Did The Magi Never Try To Capture That Purity In A Bottle? Perhaps They Couldn't.

She's Evil. Evil, Evil, Evil. I Want To See Her Naked.