Love And Despair Go Hand In Hand.

Children Will Listen To Anything Elders Say To Survive, And If You Grew Up Without An Elder Telling You There Was A God, What Did Your Parents Say To You?

Where Is The Angry Machine Of All Of Us? Why Is God Such A Blurred Magician? Why Are You Begging For Your Life If You Believe Those Things? Prove To Me That You’re Better Than The Rabbits We Ate Last Night.

I Do Believe That As You Write More And Age, The Arrogance And Most Of The Vanity Goes. Or It Is A Vanity Met With Vast Gratitude, That You Were Hit By Something As You Stood In The Way Of It, That Anybody Is Listening.

I Always Intended To Be Light And Open. I Misjudged The American Audience.

Time Is What Makes Good Stories. Much Has Been Cooking For A Long Time, And At Last Finds An Out In Narration One Day. That's A Supreme Joy. And Why The Characters Keep Showing Up.