We Set This House On

Nothing On My Trip Thus Far Was As I Expected Which Shows You That Rather Than Simply Read About The United States You Have To Log The Journey.

I've Never Felt Influenced By Ernest Hemingway Though I Suppose There Is Something Inevitable There.

Some People Hear Their Own Inner Voices With Great Clearness And They Live By What They Hear. Such People Become Crazy, Or They Become Legends.

That Is Simply The Most Beautiful Publishing Office In The World, With That Cranky Old Building In That Wonderful Park.

Wherever We Go We Do Harm, Forgiving Ourselves As Wheels Do Cement For Wearing Each Other Out. We Set This House On Fire, Forgetting That We Live Within. (from "to A Meadowlark," For M.l. Smoker)