Little Rabbits Have Big Ears.

There Was A War Going On In Our House. A Silent War That Sounded No Guns, And The Bodies That Fell Were Only Wishes That Died And The Bullets Were Only Words And The Blood That Spilled Was Always Called Pride.

Life Offers More Than One Chance, Cathy, You Know That.

People Never Really Died. They Only Went On To A Better Place, To Wait A While For Their Loved Ones To Join Them. And Then Once More They Went Back To The World, In The Same Way They Had Arrived The First Time Around.

My Thoughts Took Frantic Flight, Wanting To Escape This Prison, And Seek Out The Wind So It Could Fan My Hair And Sting My Skin, And Make Me Feel Alive Again.

The Creative Genius Begins In The Idle Moment, Dreaming Up The Impossible, And Later Making It Come True.