Downstream Is Always Someone Else's Up.

I Learned To Write By Reading The Kind Of Books I Wished I'd Written.

Pure And Unblemished Souls Must Taste Very Bland, With An Aftertaste Of Bitterness.

A Dog Can't Think That Much About What He's Doing, He Just Does What Feels Right.

This Forest Eats Itself And Lives Forever.

Human Manners Are Wildly Inconsistent; Plenty Of People Have Said So. But This One Takes The Cake: The Manner In Which We're Allowed To Steal From Future Generations, While Commanding Them Not To Do That To Us, And Rolling Our Eyes At Anyone Who Is Tediously Pc Enough To Point That Out. The Conspicious Consumption Of Limited Resources Has Yet To Be Accepted Widely As A Spirtual Error, Or Even Bad Manners.