I Am Certain A Great Many Believers

You Look Good To Me, You Damnable Little Devil, Good To Embrace And Good To Love.

I Felt Ravaged, And With Both Hands In A Fantasy I Reached Out For Her Figure As We Ran Together Through The Meadow Which Belonged Only To Us And To Which These Others Could Never Be Admitted."oh, Inocent Love," She Said Even As She Drank From Me, "oh, Innocent Innocent Love."

The Greatest Create Of Power You Have On Earth, Whether You Are An Angel, A Spirit, A Man Or Woman Or Child Is To Help Others.

We Are Not Damned. We Never Were. Who Under The Sun Has The Right To Damn Any Living Breathing Creature?

Writers, As They Gain Success, Feel Like Outsiders Because Writers Don't Come Together In Real Groups.