Hug Your Children...kiss Your Mothers And Fathers,

I Leave You, Hoping That The Lamp Of Liberty Will Burn In Your Bosoms Until There Shall No Longer Be A Doubt That All Mean Are Created Free And Equal.

Without Death,' He Answered, 'life Is Meaningless. It Is A Story That Can Never Be Told. A Song That Can Never Be Sung. For How Would One Finish It?

I've Been A Lifelong Horror Fan, But At The Same Time, I Would Say 90 Percent Of My Reading Is Biographies And Nonfiction History.

We May All Deserve Hell, But Some Of Us Deserve It Sooner Than Others.

Father May Have Been Wanting In Some Things, But Here He Was Masterful. Night Upon Night, I Marveled At His Power To Hold Listeners In Rapt Attention. He Could Tell A Story With Such Detail, Such Flourish, That Afterwards A Man Could Swear It Had Been His Own Memory, And Not A Tale At All.