You Can't Let Facts Get In The

I Am; I Was. I Want To Be.

But God Fears Women Even More That He Fears The Devil- And Is Right To. She, With Her Power To Bring Life Into The World, Was Truly Made In The Image Of The Creator, Not Man.

Love Requires Context.

I Felt Like It Needed Some Color Down There, So I Painted The Walls With The Motherfucker.

She Breathed Deeply Of The Scent Of Decaying Fiction, Disintegrating History, And Forgotten Verse, And She Observed For The First Time That A Room Full Of Books Smelled Like Dessert: A Sweet Snack Made Of Figs, Vanilla, Glue, And Cleverness.