Out Of The Huts Of History's Shame

No One Comes From The Earth Like Grass. We Come Like Trees. We All Have Roots.

The Idea Is To Write It So That People Hear It And It Slides Through The Brain And Goes Straight To The Heart.

Everyone Grows Old But Not Everyone Grows Up.

Love Is Many Things. It Is Varied. One Thing Love Is Not, Is Unsure.

I Would Be A Liar, A Hypocrite, Or A Fool - And I'm Not Any Of Those - To Say That I Don't Write For The Reader. I Do. But For The Reader Who Hears, Who Really Will Work At It, Going Behind What I Seem To Say. So I Write For Myself And That Reader Who Will Pay The Dues.