Writing About Something Specific, In My Mind,

Truth By Definition Is Exclusive. If Truth Were All-inclusive, Nothing Would Be False.

Being In A Rock Band For 20 Years Is Not The Best Resume For Anything Else.

In College I Had To Major In Something, So I Was Like, "okay I Like Art History, So I Will Major In That." I Never Really Had Any Ambitions To Work In Museums Or Anything, Though.

What Makes You A Christian Is Whether Or Not You Really Are In Accord With Biblical Theology And Whether You Know Jesus Christ As Your Saviour.

A Poet’s Freedom Lies Precisely In The Impossibility Of Worldly Success. It Is The Freedom Of One Who Knows He Will Never Be Anything But A Failure In The World’s Estimation, And May Do As He Pleases. The Poet Is A Man On The Sidelines Of Life, Sidelined For Life. He Belongs To The Aristocracy Of The Outcast, The Lowest Of The Low, Below The Salt Of The Earth. A Member Of The Most Ancient Regime In The World. One That Cannot, It Seems, Be Overthrown.