I Am Here, Come Closer,"

Pretty Things Will Swarm You Like That, Like Your Heart Was A Hive Of Electric Bees.

A True Freak Cannot Be Made. A True Freak Must Be Born.

Suddenly The Staggering Love Bursts Away From Me Like Milk From A Smashed Glass.

Sometimes All That Saves Me Is Being Willing To Make Mistakes. There Are Projects That Strike Me As So Beautiful, Important, Complicated, Or Just Plain Big, That They Convince Me Of My Own Inadequacy. This Awful State Of Reverence Leads To Paralyzing Brain Freeze. At Times Like That The Only Way Out Is For Me To Decide, 'to Hell With It. I Can't Do It Right, So I'll Do It Wrong. I Can't Do It Well, But I Can Do It Badly.' Sometimes, With Luck, While I'm Sweating To Do It Wrong, I Stumble On A Right Way.

Defining Men As The Perpetrators Of All Violence Is A Viciously Immoral Judgment Of An Entire Gender. And Defining Women As Inherently Nonviolent Condemns Us To The Equally Restrictive Role Of Sweet, Meek, And Weak.