The Police And I Have

The Fear In My Heart Was Like In One Of Those Dreams Where You Try To Run But You Can't Do It, You Can't Run Because The Fear Is An Anchor In Your Chest.

Love, As The Poet Says, Is Like The Spring. It Grows On You And Seduces You Slowly And Gently, But It Holds Tight Like The Roots Of A Tree. You Don't Know Until You're Ready To Go That You Can't Move, That You Would Have To Mutilate Yourself In Order To Be Free. That's The Feeling. It Doesn't Last, At Least It Doesn't Have To. But It Holds On Like A Steel Claw In Your Chest. Even If The Tree Dies, The Roots Cling To You. I've Seen Men And Women Give Up Everything For Love That Once Was.

The Life Most Of Us Live Are Lives We Are Forced To Live By Immediate Needs, Influences, And Pressures.

I Believe That A Writer Has To Tell What They Think Is The Truth In A Human Experience. The Truth Of The Human Experience Cannot Escape The Political.

I Always Tell People, If A Young Girl Read "beloved" As Her First Novel, She'd Have To Kill Either Herself Or Her Mother, Because In "beloved" You Have A Mother Killing Their Children. This Is Not Something A Child Would Accept Very Easily. And Would Never Understand.