Don't Let Anyone Tell You That Age

If We Break Promises To God, Shouldn't We Be Allowed An Occasional Violation Of Our Word To Our Friends And Superiors?

And Every Good Artist Knows That The Gift Comes From Somewhere Else, And It's There For A Reason, And That's To Make The World A Better Place.

Age Is A Clever Thief. It Takes A Little From You Each Day, So You're Not Aware Of Your Loss Until It'd Irreversible.

Then The Sun Broke Above The Crest Of The Hills And The Entire Countryside Looked Soaked In Blood, The Arroyos Deep In Shadow, The Cones Of Dead Volcanoes Stark And Biscuit-colored Against The Sky. I Could Smell Pinion Trees, Wet Sage, Woodsmoke, Cattle In The Pastures, And Creek Water That Had Melted From Snow. I Could Smell The Way The Country Probably Was When It Was Only A Dream In The Mind Of God.

Write For The Love Of Your Art. Someplace Down The Road, The Money, The Fame, They'll Come, But By That Time You Won't Be Thinking In Terms Of Money Or Fame.