All Memory Can Do Is Scream For

After Hatuey, A Fifteenth-century Indian Insurrectionist, Had Been Fixed To The Stake, His Spanish Captors Extended Him The Choice Of Converting To Christianity And Ascending To Heaven Of Going Unrepentantly To Hell. Gathering That His Executioners Expected To Go To Heaven, Hatuey Chose The Other

Well, I Think Writing Is Basically About Time And Rhythm. Like With Jazz. You Have Your Basic Melody And Then You Just Riff Off Of It. And The Riffs Are About Timing.

I'm What Happens After Death, Which Is Writing.

But Now That She Had Achieved Knighthood, And Thought And Acted As She Wanted And Decided, For One Has To Act In This Way In Order To Save This World, She Neither Noticed Nor Cared That All The People Around Her Thought She Was Insane.

Even A Woman Who Has The Soul Of A Pirate, At Least Pirate Morals, Even A Woman Who Prefer Loneliness To The Bickerings And Constraints Of Heterosexual Marriage, Even Such A Woman Who Is A Freak In Our Society Needs A Home... The Only Characteristic Freaks Share Is Our Knowledge That We Don't Fit In.