Piece By Piece, My Mother Is Being

Change, When It Comes, Cracks Everything Open.

Don't Go Taking That Gospel Stuff Seriously. It's Nice To Clean You Out Now And Then, But It Ain't For Real. It's Like Bad Whiskey. Run Through You Fast And Leave You With Pain.

The Horror Of Class Stratification, Racism, And Prejudice Is That Some People Begin To Believe That The Security Of Their Families And Communities Depends On The Oppression Of Others, That For Some To Have Good Lives There Must Be Others Whose Lives Are Truncated And Brutal.

It's Fun To Tease People About Where Fiction And Life Intersect.

The Only Magic We Have Is What We Make In Ourselves, The Muscles We Build Up On The Inside, The Sense Of Belief We Create From Nothing.