I'm about to get my grind on. My coffee grind. Like a true hustler. - Jarod Kintz

Feathers blowing in the wind is no more a bird than a pile of crumpled up receipts from champagne, chocolate, and flower purchases is a true indication that a man loves a woman.

Reading a book is like having the ability to dip a straw into the author’s soul and sip and slurp without lowering the water table of wisdom.

I want to write my own eulogy, and I want to write it in Latin. It seems only fitting to read a dead language at my funeral.