“The HermitI’d gladly climb the highest steepleTo escape those middle minded peopleJet Set WeddingI wake up screaming clutching my wedding bandThe garnet ring is still a constant companion on my fingerBut what happened to the marriage?Fruitland AveHe taught her not to love nor hateAnd he my friend was double gateThe Closing(On Death and Acceptance)When he died the funeral took place at her bankAnd sadly enough she’s down to her very last frankThe MisogynistHe sits on his throne a hilltop aloneFor women’s neurosis cause men’s psychosisHome Sweet HomeThe neurotic builds the dreamhouseThe psychotic becomes his spouseMonogamyI’d rather be someone’s concubine, smell the honeysuckleTaste the wine, than end up being a clinging vineThe Gour MaidI like champagne, and french brie, and camembertAnd men that don’t get in my hair”

“Heather turned her voice up full volume. “Gabriel Michael Archer, wake up this minute!”With his eyes still closed, he grumbled, “My middle name isn’t Michael.”“I don’t care. Wake up!”

“Although my speaking will reflect the grace and mercy I've been offered and humbly accepted, I don't have to say much because words only go so far. At the end of the day, it will not be the year of my birth or the year of my death that will matter; it will be that hyphen in the midst of it all that will display how I lived my life; will tell a full and complete story; will say more than my mouth could utter.My actions, my trials, my triumphs, my defeats, my victories - my life will preach louder than an auditory testimony ever could.I am working on the person I want to remember.”

“I am as wrapped up in her as a vine that clings to a tree seeking for sustenance. She’s tied me to her for eternity. She’s my home. She’s my reason for being. To win and hold her heart is my only purpose.”

“The agnostic has a very curious notion of religion. He is convinced that a man who says 'I believe in God' should at once become perfect; if this does not happen, then the believer must be a fraud and a hypocrite. He thinks that adherence to a religion is the end of the road, whereas it is in fact only the beginning of a very long and sometimes very rough road. He looks for consistency in religious people, however aware he may be of inconsistencies in himself”

“Ramrod felt a great sadness building up, deep within. There were no words to express his feeling of loss. The sorrow rose up from the pit of his stomach and caught in his throat. He had a strangled ejaculation buried deep down in his soul. Yes, Ramrod missed his wife very, very much. He missed the warmth of her breasts pressed up against him in the night. He even missed her cold feet. And he especially missed her bedtime facial. Yes, it’s true—he missed her eyes, he missed her mouth. He had trouble remembering how she wore her hair the last time he saw her, and he missed that, too. It’s like, where Love was concerned, Ramrod’s aim wasn’t very good. Yes, life was becoming very, very hard on Ramrod. ”

“A real woman can compliment and celebrate another woman's beauty, intelligence, passion, sex appeal, and creativity without compromise because a real woman understands that when she lifts her sisters up, it takes nothing away from her and she elevates herself in the process.”