You Mess With One Quinn, You Mess

It Was Best Not To Think, Not To Analyze. It Was Best To Accept And Act.

She Gazed Toward The Marsh That Grew Thicker, Deeper, Greener With Approaching Summer. Mosquitoes Whined In There, Breeding In The Dark Water. Alligators Slid Through It, Silent Death. It Was A Place Where Snakes Could Slither And Bogs Could Suck The Shoe Right Off Your Foot. And It Was A Place, She Thought, That Went Bright And Beautiful With The Twinkling Of Fireflies, Where Wildflowers Thrived In The Shade And The Stingy Light. Where An Eagle Could Soar Like A King. There Was No Beauty Without Risk. No Life Without It.

You're Going To Blow His Socks Off!

Decisions Made Quickly Were Almost Always Regretted Quickly.

Planting A Flower's Like Opening A Book, Because Either Way You're Starting Something. And Your Garden's Your Library.