Soft Flesh Is Eaten By

It's Hard To Take Your Life So Seriously When You Can See It All At Once.

I Can Feel It... The Chance To Start Over, To Live Right, To Love Right, To Burn Up In A Fiery Cloud And Never Again Be Buried In The Mud.

Can We Really Choose Anything?' 'maybe. If We Want To Bad Enough.

It's Rare That I Read More Than Two Or Three Books By Any One Author, Usually Only One.

I Think We Crushed Ourselves Down Over The Centuries. Buried Ourselves Under Greed And Hate And Whatever Other Sins We Could Find Until Our Souls Finally Hit The Rock Bottom Of The Universe. And Then They Scraped A Hole Through It, Into Some ... Darker Place.