If We Try To Deny The Darkness

And They Were All, When Their Souls Grew Warm, Poets.

The Faster You Blurt, The More Swiftly You Write, The More Honest You Are.

Important Thing Is Not The Me That's Lying Here, But The Me That's Sitting On The Edge Of The Bed Looking Back At Me, And The Me That's Downstairs Cooking Supper, Or Out In The Garage Under The Car, Or In The Library Reading. All The New Parts, They Count. I'm Not Really Dying Today. No Person Ever Died That Had A Family.

Love Is Easy, And I Love Writing.

Touch A Scientist And You Touch A Child.