Everything Was Fabulous, Even Our Breakdowns.

He Told Me Once That There Was No Better Faith Than A Wounded Faith And Sometimes I Wonder If That Is What He Was Doing All Along --trying To Wound His Faith In Order To Test It--and I Was Just Another Stone In The Way Of His God.

You Can Count The Dead, But You Can't Count The Cost. We've Got No Math For Heaven.

Every Man With His Own Peculiar Vice. His Will Hardly Rock Heaven Or Hell.

One Look At Each Other And It Was Immediately Understood That They Both Needed A Clean Slate,,, The Obliteration Of Memory.

About 25 Years Ago, I Took A Bicycle Across The United States. I Soon Found Out That The Greatest Item Of Clothing Was The Trusty Bandanna. There Were Dozens Of Uses For A Bandanna - As A Pot Holder, A Chain Cleaner, A Sun Shield, A Headband, A Snot Rag, A Declaration Of Kerouacian Intent.