If He Wrote It, He

Religion Is Like An Ice Cold Whiskey On A Hot Day.

It Is Impossible To Believe The Emotional And Spiritual Intensity And Pure, Classic Beauty That Can Be Produced By A Man, An Animal, And A Piece Of Scarlet Serge Draped Over A Stick.

Everything About Him Was Old Except His Eyes And They Were The Same Color As The Sea And Were Cheerful And Undefeated.

Let Him Think Is I Am More Man Than I Am And I Will Be So.

The Further You Go In Writing The More Alone You Are.