I really want to write about love. Not hate.

Oh, I don't connect with some people. Just with certain people. Only a mere handful. Is that my fault? Oh, maybe I don't stop to think about it that much. It's just the way my life has been. I accept the fact that some people hate me. Despise me. And I probably could analyze all this, and become more likeable to those who hate and despise. But sometimes I think that would be like selling my soul. To the devil. The world is full of hate. But oh, there's so much love, too. And that's where I want to focus my attention. I really want to write about love. Not hate. --Jim Broede