Love Is For The Soul

But Sometimes Living In Denial Was The Only Way To Keep A Man From Going On A Killing Spree.

Once Desire Was Turned On, Combustion Gave It A Life Of Its Own. Once It Was Turned On It Became A Raging Wildfire, Uncontrollable And Uncontainable, The Type Of Conflagration That Had To Be Allowed To Burn Itself Out.

We Shed The Skins Of Who We Used To Be!

For A Lot Of People, Becoming An Author Is A Change In Occupation... They Are Coming From Something That Totally Has Nothing To Do With This. If They Are Expecting To Come Into A Room Full Of People Praising Them, Then They Are In The Wrong Place.

Falling In Love Was A Solo Act. I Knew That, Had Learned That The Hard Way. You Just Jumped And Hoped Your Parachute Opened. Sometimes You Looked Up And Saw You Were Falling By Yourself, The Object Of Your Desire Still On The Plane, Not Interested In Jumping, Watching You Descend Into That Scary Place Alone.