Jon Lied ... Loudly, As If That

Some Men Want Whores On The Eve Of Battle, And Some Want Gods. Jon Wondered Who Felt Better Afterward.

I Prefer My History Dead. Dead History Is Writ In Ink, The Living Sort In Blood.

Tears Aren't A Woman's Only Weapon.

In Order To Get Inside Their Skin, I Have To Identify With Them. That Includes Even The Ones Who Are Complete Bastards, Nasty, Twisted, Deeply Flawed Human Beings With Serious Psychological Problems. Even Them. When I Get Inside Their Skin And Look Out Through Their Eyes, I Have To Feel A Certain - If Not Sympathy, Certainly Empathy For Them. I Have To Try To Perceive The World As They Do, And That Creates A Certain Amount Of Affection.

A Man Who Hates Music Can’t Be Trusted, I Always Say.