Life Loves The Liver Of It.

If You Have Only One Smile In You Give It To The People You Love.

On This Platform Of Peace, We Can Create A Language To Translate Ourselves To Ourselves And To Each Other.

Anger Is Like Fire. It Burns All Clean.

Few, If Any, Survive Their Teens. Most Surrender To The Vague But Murderous Pressure Of Adult Conformity.

To Describe My Mother Would Be To Write About A Hurricane In Its Perfect Power. Or The Climbing, Falling Colors Of A Rainbow.