I Want You To Remember

When You Think About It, Most Of The Good Ideas Came Along To Make Sin A Whole Lot Easier.

Work And Pray, Live On Hay, Youll Get Pie In The Sky When You Die.

I Remind Myself That No One Day Of Writing Matters All That Much. A Story Is Built Somewhat Like A Stalactite - One Little Drip Of Mud And Grit At A Time.

You Can't Let Facts Get In The Way Of The Truth.

The Language Of Sin Was Universal, The Original Esperanto.