| If the path is overgrown with briars and bristles that sear the very flesh from your body blaze onward. Scars are just tattoos with better stories. |
| You’d rather be super glued to the Tasmanian Devil in a phone booth than to slap me with a smile and tell me it’s a kiss. Wolves can’t hide. |
| As the fog lifts from the air so must we lift the fog from our eyes. How can we see clearly if we continue to let hate and anger blind us. |
| When you grow up you realize the real world doesn’t care what you did or who you were in high school anymore. |
| Daddy always said build your fences pig high and bull strong therefore you never take a fence down unless you know the reason it was put up. |