Be True, Be Brave, Stand

Our Memories Have Voices, Too. Often Sad Ones That Clamor Like Raised Arms In The Dark.

Pride Was The Belt You Used To Hold Your Pants Up When You Had No Pants.

A Place Is Yours When You Know Where All The Roads Go.

Optimism Is A Perfectly Legitimate Response To Failure.

When I Was A Kid I Believed Everything I Was Told, Everything I Read, And Every Dispatch Sent Out By My Own Overheated Imagination. This Made For More Than A Few Sleepless Nights, But It Also Filled The World I Lived In With Colors And Textures I Would Not Have Traded For A Lifetime Of Restful Nights.