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I Think Mozart, Like You, Is An Example Of Someone Who Has The Gods Moving Through Him, And His Religion Was Creation.

I Don't Know That I Could Really Define Love. I Can't . . . Again, It's Like Trying To Define What This Creative Force Is. It's Beyond My Ability To Really Define. If I Can Define It, Then It's Not It. We're Right Back To That Thing Again.

I Just Don't Seem To Be Capable Of Believing In Evil As Some Separate, Distinct Power Within Itself. I Guess I'm Just Not A Southern Baptist Or A Fundamentalist. I Just Don't Seem To Be Capable Of Believing In It Myself, Somehow. I Don't . . . I Can't Conceive From My Experience How This Force Of Evil Can Exist Without The Force Of Love Being Right There.

I've Always Felt Alienated. I Realized That I've Been Terrified My Entire Life. So I Can Identify That Fear Which Drives So Many Of The People That I Write About.

Be Careful Of Things Like Alcohol And Drugs.