Read A Lot, Write A Lot Is

When You Stack Up All The Years We Are Allowed Against All There Is To Read, Time Is Very Short Indeed.

One Night When My Longing For Her Was Like A Fire Burning Out Of Control In My Heart And My Head, I Wrote Her A Letter That Just Seemed To Go On And On. I Poured Out My Whole Heart In It, Never Looking Back To See What I'd Said Because I Was Afraid Cowardice Would Make Me Stop. I Didn't Stop, And When A Voice In My Head Clamored That It Would Be Madness To Mail Such A Letter, That I Would Be Giving Her My Naked Heart To Hold In Her Hand, I Ignored It With A Child's Breathless Disregard Of The Consequences.

Definition Of A Wanderer: A Guy Who's Always Looking Beyond.

I Think Part Of Being A Parent Is Trying To Kill Your Kids.

The Monster Nevers Dies.