”When I figured out that there was no Heaven or Hell. Being raised a catholic, that's what you're taught to believe. But, there is no scientific proof that there could be. How can you have complete happiness without pain and suffering? I know religion is a constant throughout the human population, but it is there to help us believe in something... My anthropology class in college opened my eyes. Learning about all the still existent hunter gatherer tribes and their "religions", taught me that it's easier to "go along with your crowd and "believe'", but there is nothing wrong with finding yourself, in yourself, by yourself and accepting. It's been a long journey, full of skeptics, believers, critics and bigots, but I'm happy with my own religion. I borrowed it: do unto others as you would have done to you... I smile, say "hi" to strangers, open doors to men and women and eventually, still happy, will die, be buried and my nutrients will be used by the ground and a tulip will grow with part of me. -S.”

”Vodka is my love, but whiskey is my passion. I wrote this because my cousin D. S. says whenever he thinks of me, he thinks of this quote, and laughs really hard. And that inspires me to drink more, and enjoy myself. So, everyone else should too! (she drew a little smiley face, and mug of beer...) -L. H.

”I would have to say the major thing that has had the most impact in my life would have to be cancer. It has changed my life in many ways. I have had so many people in my life with this awful disease. It has made my life very different. It has opened my eyes to good and bad. Don't take anything or

anyone in this short life for granted. You never know when you will lose them.
-K.”

”It begins as any story does, in the rainy Pacific Northwest. I was spiritually travelling on many different planes of paper. There was many colorful people all around me. That was the last time I ever locked eyes with a fellow gypsy travelor. -Dr. (?)

”As I looked upon the empty glass of whiskey with the icecubes floating and clanking in the glass, I was reminded of the state of my brain... It was as if the fire of the whiskey made my head clank like the ice and I was ready for anything influenced by fire and ice. Ice as cold as an arctic night with the fire burning within like 10,000 drunken scottsmen going to battle to fight for thier lives with a brave heart inspired by the fire within and the whiskey running through their veins. An ancient spirit of rigorous seething impending revolution took a hold in my soul, like so many times before, looking for the score or the fight as I passed another night, getting nearer to the light, or further away as I sway, or try to stay afloat, and gloat like a stubborn goat that fell into a moat, of the castle like an uncompromising vassal, with a thrust from the guts making me free and able to see that all bliss is temporary, though some can stand like a tree that is some day cut in a rut to rot, man I got ape kick down if you score some dough. –S.”

”The moment i realized richard brautigan was dead. I fell in love with his writing after the first sentence i ever read by him, and then i remembered that he took his own life in '82, when i was 4 years old. So, twenty or so years later, i pick up his book of poems "the pill vs. springhill mine disaster", and i read a poem comparing a broken heart to an aluminum lid stapled to a turd. brilliant. how could i have been fussing over my little ponies in 1982, when this full-grown man whom i've grown to adore was wrapping a noose around his neck? so it wasn't the death of a stranger that impacted me so much, but the realization that time will never allow me to love all the people who've come through this world that are still, somehow, connected to my heart. –j. g.”

”The art of life
is mingling
of letting go
and holding on” -L. A. M.”

”The thing in my life that inspired me is the fall of the berlin wall, my family was crushed by it. God rest their soul and I know there soul is in heaven with the family of rackoons in my backyard. After they ate their souls they turned into Eagles fans for life, I love David Akers. –(unsigned)

”When I was eleven years old I loved the Who, my Dad got me into rock-n-roll at a young age. I soon became the hugest Who fan in America, joining "The Who club" and collecting all their "albums". Please disregard the fact that I do "A's", lower case, two ways. When I became disillusioned with "The Who Club", I started my own "Who magazine", and soon had 3000 subscribers worldwide, I was fifteen. In 1986, after years of corresponding with Pete Townsend via mail, I went to England to see family and asked for an interview, or just to meet. Pete picked me up in London and gave me 8 hours of his time, including an interview. Right then I knew I could do anything, with the right passion. –G.”


”I.M.P.L.A.N.T.S....who would have thought two big bags of saline could give me so much smile...good vs. evil. –C.M.K”