I Am First Of All A White

The Scab Is A Traitor To His God, His Mother, And His Class.

The Word Is Too Weak. There Is No Word In The Language Strong Enough To Describe My Feelings.

But I Am I. And I Won't Subordinate My Taste To The Unanimous Judgment Of Mankind

The Most Beautiful Stories Always Start With Wreckage.

For The Pride Of Trace And Trail Was His, And Sick Unto Death, He Could Not Bear That Another Dog Should Do His Work.