We Lie In Each Other's Arms Eyes

Whatever Is Not An Energy Source, Is An Energy Sink.

Nobody Hates Us As Ourselves. In Their Minds We're Not Human... They Don't Hate Us Because We Did Something Or Said Something. They Make Us Stand For An Evil They Invent And Then They Want To Kill It In Us.

I Wasn't Afraid Of Being Poor; I Rather Took It For Granted. I Was Good At Getting By With Very Little. I Couldn't Imagine Sacrificing My Writing To Anything Else.

We Lie In Each Other's Arms Eyes Shut And Fingers Open And All The Colors Of The World Pass Through Our Bodies Like Strings Of Fire.

I Don't Think Writers Change The Past Any More Than Other People Do, Except In So Far As We May Mine Our Lives And Change Things For Fictional Use.