The Book Really Comes To Life In

There Were Many Hours When I Never Quite Know How I'd Gotten There Or Why I Stayed.

It’s Amazing What Lies People Can Sustain Behind The Mask Of Their Real Faces.

The Tragedy Of The Man Not Set Up For Tragedy ? That Is Every Man?s Tragedy.

We Leave A Stain, We Leave A Trail, We Leave Our Imprint. Impurity, Cruelty, Abuse, Error, Excrement, Semen - There’s No Other Way To Be Here. Nothing To Do With Disobedience. Nothing To Do With Grace Or Salvation Or Redemption. It’s In Everyone. Indwelling. Inherent. Defining. The Stain That Is There Before Its Mark.

I Don't Wish To Be A Slave Any Longer To The Stringent Exigencies Of Literature.