I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes, so live not in your yesterdays, no just for tomorrow, but in the here and now. Keep moving and forget the post mortems; and remember, no one can get the jump on the future.

Let the gentle bush dig its root deep and spread upward to split the boulder.

A liar is a liar and lives on the lies he tells and dies in a life of lies.

I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes, so live not in your yesterdays, no just for tomorrow, but in the here and now. Keep moving and forget the post mortems; and remember, no one can get the jump on the future.

Time is a sandpile we run our fingers in.

Slang is a language that rolls up its sleeves, spits on its hands and goes to work.

There is an eagle in me that wants to soar.