We Need To Stop Fighting Christian Against

Heaven Would Be Hell In No Time If Every Cruel, Selfish, Vicious Soul Went To Heaven.

As If It Were Our Very Birthright, Which We Could Not Come To Grasp The Meaning Of Until This Time Of Middle Life When We Looked On Only As Many Years Ahead As Already Lay Behind Us.

I Love New Orleans Physically. I Love The Trees And The Balmy Air And The Beautiful Days. I Have A Beautiful House Here.

We Are Predators, Whose All-seeing Eyes Were Meant To Give Them Detachment.

I Had Wanted To Say That My Song Was Far Too Painful To Sing.