... Sometimes You Have To

Live Not For Battles Won. Live Not For The-end-of-the-song. Live In The Along.

Words Can Do Wonderful Things. They Pound, Purr. They Can Urge, They Can Wheedle, Whip, Whine. They Can Sing, Sass, Singe. They Can Churn, Check, Channelize. They Can Be A "hup Two Three Four." They Can Forge A Fiery Army Of A Hundred Languid Men.

I Don't Like The Idea Of The Black Race Being Diluted Out Of Existence. I Like The Idea Of All Of Us Being Here.

Beware The Easy Griefs / That Fool And Fuel Nothing.

She Was Learning To Love Moments. To Love Moments For Themselves.