You May Have Heard Of Me.

I Learned To Love The Feel Of Good Words.

Knowing Your Own Ignorance Is The First Step To Enlightenment.

He Had A Bright, Reckless Tenor That Was Always Wandering Off, Looking For Notes In The Wrong Places.

My Most Popular Blogs End Up Being The Ones Where I Talk About Being A Dad.

You Are An Educated Man. You Know There Are No Such Things As Demons." Bast Smiled A Terrible Smile. "there Is Only My Kind." Bast Leaned Closer Still, Chronicler Smelled Flowers On His Breath. "you Are Not Wise Enough To Fear Me As I Should Be Feared. You Do Not Know The First Note Of The Music That Moves Me.