I was born in 1962, and it seems that throughout my entire life the world has demanded peace but maintained conflict.
No matter how much you love someone, you still want to have you own way.
Only through destroying myself can I discover the greater power of my spirit.
It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.
The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.
My writing process isn't a very organized thing.