A mind is like a parachute. If it doesn't open, you're fucked!

In my mind, the way I look at it, I would hate to see us put on half of a fair. You take out a livestock portion, it takes a big part of your fair away. I can't tell you what's going to happen, but I would hate to see us do a fair without full effect.

Practice random beauty and senseless acts of love.

The road of life twists and turns and no two directions are ever the same. Yet our lessons come from the journey, not the destination.

Why is it that an extended olive branch often turns to a clinched fist of hatred?

Hate grows and victors where love is afraid to share its bloom