People Feel Guilty. And Guilt Is Stymieing.

Glory Falls Around Us As We Sob A Dirge Of Desolation On The Cross

Poetry Gave Me Back My Voice.

There's A World Of Difference Between Truth And Facts. Facts Can Obscure The Truth.

One Of The Saddest Things In The World Is To See A Cynical Young Person.

I Thought I'm Going To Die. So Why Can't I Do Everything? And What Is This Idea That I Worked All Day Yesterday, So I'm Tired Today? I've Never Believed That.i Thought, "just Suppose I Could Choreograph A Ballet." And I Did It. Suppose I Could Teach Dance At The Theater In Cleveland. And I Did It. Suppose I Could Sing For A Living - That I Could Stop These Two Jobs As A Waitress And A Salesperson.