It Was The Oldest Sound There Was.

Sometimes You Want To Fall On Your Knees And Thank God In Heaven For All The Poor News Reporting That Goes On In The World.

After You Get Stung, You Can't Get Unstung No Matter How Much You Whine About It.

How Could I Choose Someone Who Would Force Me To Give Up My Own Small Reach For Meaning? I Chose Myself, And Without Consolation.

You Think You Want To Know Something, And Then Once You Do, All You Can Think About Is Erasing It From Your Mind.

You Have Untold Strengths And Resources Inside. You Have Your Glorious Self.