How Shameful. How Predictable! How Insipid. And

Perhaps I Fear Him Because I Could Love Him Again, And In Loving Him, I Would Come To Need Him, And In Needing Him, I Would Again Be His Faithful Pupil In All Things, Only To Discover That His Patience For Me Is No Substitute For The Passion Which Long Ago Blazed In His Eyes.

It Is Tragic That Many In America Think Of Us - Christians - As Being People Who Hate Others.

Life Is A Tragedy, One Way Or Another. What Is Certain Is That You Die.

I Claim Dickens As A Mentor. He's My Teacher. He's One Of My Driving Forces.

Once I Returned To The Church And Began To See The Universe As A Place That Really Did Incorporate Redemption And Really Tried To Understand The Implications Of There Being A God, My Identification With The Vampires As Outcasts, As Outsiders And Lost Souls Began To Totally Wane. It No Longer Worked For Me. I Had Done It. It Had Led Me To This Point.