When I Was A Child, Writing Was

What You Fear Your Whole Life Comes To Pass. You End Up Living Toward It, You Spend Your Life Running From It But Your Foot Is Nailed To The Sidewalk. You Circle Around It Until You Wear Yourself Own.

When I Was A Child, Writing Was The Worst Possible Choice Of A Career In My Family.

By The Time I'm Nine I Know The World Is A Dangerous Place. I've Heard Whispers About Razorblades In Apples, About Charlie Manson And His Family. But No One Is Offering Any Clear Information.

Change Is One Of The Only Constants In Buddhism; As Meditation Became The Way I Breathed In The Days, This Became Apparent.

In Life You Get One Take, And It's Perfect. It's Strange, Afterwards You Might Think I Shouldn't Have Reacted That Way, But That's The Way You Reacted. That's Your Take; That's All You Get.