I loved my parents... but that can never change the fact that my father's violence ruined my childhood.

My father's violence is the central fact of my art and my life.

These are the quicksilver moments of my childhood I cannot remember entirely. Irresistible and emblematic, I can recall them only in fragments and shivers of the heart.

Rape is a crime against sleep and memory; it's after image imprints itself like an irreversible negative from the camera obscure of dreams. Though their bodies would heal, their souls had sustained a damage beyond compensation

There are no verdicts to childhood, only consequences, and the bright freight of memory.

I have not talked to Warren or his parents yet. I don't know all the facts there. I'm sure over the next week we'll dive into that and find out where he is in the Corps and academically, and from there make the best decision for everybody.