What are these voices outside love's open door, make us throw off our contentment, and beg for something more?

I was flying back from Lubbock and I saw Jesus on the plane, or maybe it was Elvis. You know, they kind of look the same.

It's an inside job to learn about forgiving, it's an inside job to hang on to the joy of living.

There is not wrong, there is no right, and I will sleep very well tonight.

Fame, at one time, was associated with accomplishment, but in this day and age fame and notoriety have become confused.

The wisdom that living brings, since I got a telegram from the God of simple things.

I remember a time when things were a lot more fun around here, when good was good and evil was evil, before things got fuzzy.