Hope is a very strange thing, Constance Thyme, and something I haven’t had much of, as late. Yet all the signs lead me to believe there may be some left in the world for me, after all.

Words stick, even when we don't want them to.

Whatever the response to loss and tragedy, the experience seems to boil down to one journey--searching for Jesus.

A jagged stone existed where her heart had been.

Virtuous and vicious every man must be, few in the extreme, but all in the degree.

You don't measure your maturity by comparing yourself with others. You judge maturity by comparing yourself to Jesus.

He's a man...and that's no small thing to be.

I must achieve internal consistency.

Everyone wants to change, but no one wants to do anything differently.

No matter how dry and tame and nice we live, we will die. We will also suffer along the way. Living wild is it's own reward.

Music is the only thing in this world, with the exception of sneezing and looking at the sunset, that takes you to a place that's above the mundane. Everything else is just bullshit.