Life Doesn't Happen Along Interstates. It's Against

The Four Horsemen Of The Prairie Are Tornado, Locust, Drought, And Fire, And The Greatest Of These Is Fire, A Rider With Two Faces Because For Everything Taken, It Makes A Return In Equal Measure.

The Thing That Overwhelms Me When I Go Out Now Is The Sprawlation Of America.

...who Can Say Where A Voyage Starts - Not The The Actual Passage But The Dream Of A Journey And Its Urge To Find A Way?

Memory Is Each Man's Own Last Measure, And For Some, The Only Achievement.

What Is It In Man That For A Long While Lies Unknown And Unseen Only One Day To Emerge And Push Him Into A New Land Of The Eye, A New Region Of The Mind, A Place He Has Never Dreamed Of? Maybe It's Like The Force In Spores Lying Quietly Under Asphalt Until The Day They Push A Soft, Bulbous Mushroom Head Right Through The Pavement. There's Nothing You Can Do To Stop It.