“A tear cringed off his cheek and stained her writing on the paper. He didn’t wipe it, men must be honest and… — Bruce Crown Copy Share Image
“To say she is only a woman is to say a violin is a piece of wood with strings, and Dante is mere ink… — Bruce Crown Copy Share Image
“Bourbon, Kentucky bourbon especially, is like Dante’s Inferno in a glass, fire walks down your throat, lungs, and heart and everything in between with… — Bruce Crown Copy Share Image
“Unfortunately for him he looked more like an innocent man on America’s terror watch-list rather than a gallant Viking possessing all the benefits of… — Bruce Crown Copy Share Image
“What kind of dark, twisted mind preys on young women? I think it was Poe that said the death of a beautiful woman is… — Bruce Crown Copy Share Image
“A costume party… great… a chance for the bimbos to whore themselves out with no penalty of conscience. I found myself excruciatingly curious as… — Bruce Crown Copy Share Image
“We enter this universe alone in search of microscopic beauty—and while we love, or are loved by others—we leave this world completely alone, having… — Bruce Crown Copy Share Image
“A happy clown inside spat out a pig-in-a-blanket and yelled at the cute waitress holding the tray. … I had to throw up but… — Bruce Crown Copy Share Image
“He pulled back the sleeve of his jacket and glanced at his vintage watch tick away the seconds in a conventional way, even though… — Bruce Crown Copy Share Image
“Angels should never be exposed to the dire darkness of despair in the tunnel of cosmic nothingness, and although I never believed such maddening… — Bruce Crown Copy Share Image
“The car housed a hysterical bumper sticker: Save the Planet, and I permitted a moment of contemplation to truly bask in this thought. Save… — Bruce Crown Copy Share Image
“He was a man more concerned with the truth than his arrest quota, a philosophy that would often have him skate on thin ice… — Bruce Crown Copy Share Image
“Last call. It was about that time. He’d probably been drinking liquid courage all night, waiting for his chance to hit on her. I… — Bruce Crown Copy Share Image
