Whining lets the brute know there's a victim for him in the neighborhood!

I liked to write from the time I was about 12 or 13. I loved to read. And since I only spoke to my brother, I would write down my thoughts. And I think I wrote some of the worst poetry west of the Rockies. But by the time I was in my 20s, I found myself writing little essays and more poetry - writing at writing.

I love to see a young girl go out and grab the world by the lapels.

I admire people who dare to take the language, English, and understand it and understand the melody.

I thought if war did not include killing, I'd like to see one every year.

Oh, the holiness of being the injured party.

Do not be wedded forever to fear, yoked eternally to brutishness.