Sentiment Is For Those Who Don't Know

Rebirth. I Mean By This Simply What Happens When The Child Begins To Realise The Fact That The Black Does Not Enter Through The White’s Front Door Is Not In The Same Category As The Fact That The Dead Will Never Come Back.

When It Comes To Their Essential Faculty As Writers, All Writers Are Androgynous Beings.

If I Dreamt This, While Walking, Walking In The London Streets, The Subconscious Of Each And Every Other Life, Past And Present, Brushing Me In Passing, What Makes It Real? Writing It Down.

Disaster Is Private, In Its Way, As Love Is.

You Can't Change A Regime On The Basis Of Compassion. There's Got To Be Something Harder.