For weeks Tyrone thought he was going to die any minute, and there were also times when he was afraid he wasnt going to die.

No matter how beautiful the outside may be, the inside still has feelings and needs that just words don't fulfill.

... I started to die 36 hours before I was born, so dying was a way of life for me.

If love is what I've experienced, I can't separate it from other people. I can't separate creation, and I can't separate whatever this creative thing is, from it's creation. I don't believe that can be done. We're all part of this creative force.

I just don't seem to be capable of believing in evil as some separate, distinct power within itself. I guess I'm just not a Southern Baptist or a Fundamentalist. I just don't seem to be capable of believing in it myself, somehow. I don't . . . I can't conceive from my experience how this force of evil can exist without the force of love being right there.

Life was not longer something to endure, but to live.

I have rituals for cleaning out resentments, disappointments, heartbreak, depression and for work. One of the things I do is go over old stuff if I have been unable to write for a while.