Quotes from John Hart

He learned early that there was no safe place, not the backyard or the playground, not the front porch or the quiet road that grazed the edge of town. No safe place, and no one to protect you. Childhood was illusion.

Sex and tears, like sun and rain, were never meant to share a moment;

Denial was a weapon; it killed truth, numbed the mind, and I was a junkie.

Art, after all, is traditionally displayed against vacancies: paintings on dun walls, sculptures in empty spaces, music in quiet halls.