Come Hither, My Dear. Come Hither, That

He Read Reports, Examined Evidence, And Poured More Reports Up The Chain Than The Pentagon Could Read. Nothing Short Of A Human Sieve. But In The End He Was Just One Small Piece On This Game Board Called War. End Of Story

You Should Know Something, Miriam.... God Changed Our Futures Yesterday. There's No Other Explanation For What Happened. And It Wasn't The First God. If You Ever Need Hlep, You Might Want To Try The Second God.

Turn To The Light. Don't Fear The Shadow It Creates.

For Me, Writing Is An Experience. It's An Exercise In Which I Want To Discover Myself By Taking My Characters To The Edges Of Human Experience, To The Edges Of Themselves And Then, Asking Certain Questions - About Love, What Does It Mean To Love? What's Beauty? What Is True Beauty?

Pain Or Perspective, That's The Choice.' . . . You Choose Pain - You Choose To Fight It, Deny It, Bury It - Then Yes, The Choice Is Always Hard. But You Choose Perspective - Embrace Your History, Give It Credit For The Better Person It Can Make You, Scars And All - The Choice Gets Easier Every Time.