Writers, As They Gain Success, Feel Like

I Wish We Had More Visible Christian And Catholic Leaders Who Talked About Love.

...what Was The Good Of Being A Movie Werewolf? You Howled At The Moon; You Couldn't Remember What You Did, And Then Somebody Shot You.

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

The One Thing You Share With Every Mortal Is Death.

Our Language Needs Endless Synonyms For Beautiful; The Eyes Could See What The Tongue Cannot Possibly Describe.