You Never Know What's Going

At The End Of The Day, Despite All The Other Great Things That Literature Does In Society And In A Person's Life, I Think That We Read To Escape. And I Think That Place, More Than Anything, Provides That Escape Quickly, If An Author Is Engaged With The Place.

In The End, All You Want Is Someone To Long For You When It Comes Time To Put You In The Ground.

Come On, Is Your Heart A Sponge Or A Fist?

I Like Dark Subject Matter. I'm Not Sure What That Means About Me!

When Your Fight Has Purpose - To Free You From Something, To Interfere On The Behalf Of An Innocent - It Has A Hope Of Finality. When The Fight Is About Unraveling - When It Is About Your Name, The Places To Which Your Blood Is Anchored, The Attachment Of Your Name To Some Landmark Or Event - There Is Nothing But Hate, And The Long, Slow Progression Of People Who Feed On It And Are Fed It, Meticulously, By The Ones Who Come Before Them. Then The Fight Is Endless, And Comes In Waves And Waves, But Always Retains Its Capacity To Surprise Those Who Hope Against It.