I Don't Think Of Myself

I Don't Think Of Myself As An Artist. I'm Just A Guy Who Can Write.

Somewhere In His Body--perhaps In The Marrow Of His Bones--he Would Continue To Feel Her Absence.

Gays, Lesbians, Straights, Feminists, Fascist Pigs, Communists, Hare Krishnas - None Of Them Bother Me. I Don't Care What Banner They Raise. But What I Can't Stand Are Hollow People. When I'm With Them I Just Can't Bare It, And Wind Up Saying Things I Shouldn't.

What's Nurtured Slowly Grows Well.

Sometimes It's Not The People Who Change, It's The Mask That Falls Off.