I think there's two kinds of love. One kind of love burns so hot that it burns out before you get a chance to enjoy it. The other love is one that lifts you and makes you better than you were before.

I hear Canada is still free though. They ain't got slaver camps and ships.

The world sits quiet, as if sighing and taking a long inhale after what seemed like forever with mankind and the noise pollution.

Vikings don't have faults, they have clubs.

I'm breathing out of my mouth and thinking things I have only seen on Netflix in the foreign-movie section.

I'm going to be pissed if I walk all the way to the camp and end up getting shot.

I think there's two kinds of love. One kind of love burns so hot that it burns out before you get a chance to enjoy it. The other love is one that lifts you and makes you better than you were before.