With All Respects To Heaven, I Like

She Wanted To Tell Him So Mach, On The Tarmac, The Day He Left. The World Is Run By Brutal Men And The Surest Proof Is Their Armies. If They Ask You To Stand Still, You Should Dance. If They Ask You To Burn The Flag, Wave It. If They Ask You To Murder, Re-create.

Stories Are The Best Democracy We Have. We Are Allowed To Become The Other We Never Dreamed We Could Be.

There Are Rocks Deep Enough In This Earth That No Matter What The Rupture, They Will Never See The Surface. There Is, I Think, A Fear Of Love. There Is A Fear Of Love.

That Was The Sort Of Everyday Love I Had To Learn To Contend With: If You Grow Up With It, It's Hard To Think You'll Ever Match It. I Used To Think It Was Difficult For Children Of Folks Who Really Loved Each Other, Hard To Get Out From Under That Skin Because Sometimes It's Just So Comfortable You Don't Want To Have To Develop Your Own.

The City Was Bigger Than Its Buildings, Bigger Than Its Inhabitants Too. It Had Its Own Nuances. It Accepted Whatever Came Its Way, The Crime And The Violence And The Little Shocks Of Good That Crawled Out From Underneath The Everyday.