Art Is As Useful As Bread.

When I Walked Down The Streets, I Asked Myself, Are These My People?, Is This My Hometown, Am I Who I Am?

I Believe That It Is Only Through Empathy, That The Pain Experienced By An Algerian Woman, A North Korean Dissident, A Rwandan Child Or An Iraqi Prisoner, Becomes Real To Me And Not Just Passing News. And It Is At Times Like This When I Ask Myself, Am I Prepared - Like Huck Finn - To Give Up Sunday School Heaven For The Kind Of Hell That Huck Chose?

Unfortunately For Governments Like That Of Iran, When They Forbid Something, People Become More Interested.

I Eat My Heart Out Alone.

The Negative Side Of The American Dream Comes When People Pursue Success At Any Cost, Which In Turn Destroys The Vision And The Dream.