I'm Not Terribly Fond Of Soapboxes.

Like Most Creative People I Don't Fit Well Into Boxes.

Since You Won't Give Me Your Names I'll Call You Thing One And Thing Two.

It Was Like Noticing The Sun. You Couldn't Help But See It, To Turn To Face The Heat Of It, To Bask In The Glory Of It. But Often When The Sun Is High In The Sky, The Moon Is Up There, Too. A Dim Memory Of What She Will Be In The Night, But There, Nonetheless, Dim And Misty, Hard And White. At Night, There Is Only The Moon, The Sun Is Nowhere To Be Seen. There Are No Distractions When The Moon Rules The Sky.

I Don't Want Him Hurt Because He Got Out Of Hand With Me." "yet You Would Have Shot Him." I Shrugged. "i Never Said I Was Consistent, Just Serious.

You Ask Yourself "what Is Love? Am I In Love?", When What You Should Be Asking Is, "what Is Not Love?", Ma Petite. What Is It That This Man Does For You That Is Not Done Out Of Love?