We are slaves, all of us...Some are slaves to fear. Others are slaves to reasonโor base desire. It is our lot to be slaves...and the question must be to what shall we owe our indenture? Will it be to truth or to falsehood, hope or despair, light or darkness? I choose to serve the light, even though that bondage often lies in darkness.
Rick YanceyThe cold stars spun to the ancient rhythm, the august march of an everlasting symphony. They are old, the stars, and their memory is long.
Rick YanceyThere's the bullshit you know that you know; the bullshit you don't know and know you don't know; and the bullshit you just think you know but really don't.
Rick YanceyWe are slaves, all of us...Some are slaves to fear. Others are slaves to reasonโor base desire. It is our lot to be slaves...and the question must be to what shall we owe our indenture? Will it be to truth or to falsehood, hope or despair, light or darkness? I choose to serve the light, even though that bondage often lies in darkness.
Rick YanceyHe barely knew I existed. I knew some of the same people he knew, but I was a girl in the background, several degrees of seperation removed.
Rick YanceyHave you fallen in love, Will Henry?" "That's stupid." "What is? Love, or my question?" "I don't know." "You don't know? You've tried that trick once. What do you suppose it will work better the second time?" "I don't love her. She bothers me." "You have just defined the very thing you denied.
Rick Yancey