My Idea For Boneman's Daughters Came From

He Read Reports, Examined Evidence, And Poured More Reports Up The Chain Than The Pentagon Could Read. Nothing Short Of A Human Sieve. But In The End He Was Just One Small Piece On This Game Board Called War. End Of Story

No One Wanted To Look At The Common Evils Of Society. Very Few Were Willing To Put Aside Their Own Pursuit Of Happiness Long Enough To Consider The Effects Of Greed And Jealousy Around Them. From What She'd Seen, Humans Were Essentially Troubled. For Every One Behind Bars, Another Ten Deserved To Be Behind Bars, But That Would Put One In Ten Americans Behind Bars.

Sin Thrives In The Dungeon, But Slap It On The Table For All To See, And It Withers Rather Quickly.

I Sell Ideas. Actually, If You Think About It, Everything Is Really No More Than Idea. The Past Is Nothing More Than A Memory, Which Is One Kind Of Idea. The Future Is Still A Hope, Another Kind Of Idea. The Present Is Fleeting And Becomes A Memory Before You Can Put Your Hands On It. All Ideas. I Sell Ideas.

Dive Deep. Drown Willingly