Darkness was familiar to me now. It is where I felt the most at home. Darkness brought strength and Godlike domination.

To my beautiful daughter, this is about the first time I laid eyes on your captivating glow. It changed everything for me.

The measurable difference in time that exists from the process of gaining strength and of losing it to the tide of weakness is incomparable. Weakness will forever reside. Strength must be willed.

Where there is perseverance through pain, there is a reward which can never be shared with anyone who doesn’t pay the full price for it.

Our time is a finite resource. To know what things deserve what little we possess as well as having an awareness of when to give it out is an important skill to obtain.

The shovel is such an important tool in BBQ that is easily overlooked. Working the fire is what I spend the most amount of time doing.

Sometimes art is created using brushes on canvas and other times it’s made with shovels and condiment bottles.

We must always begin with the end in mind. Visualize our success ahead of the work.

I once was a Warfighter but what am I now?

Our first kiss was in a rose garden.

To be artistic is to be human. When we create and release our art, it no longer belongs solely to the creator.

To breathe in the earthly aroma of the heavy and damp notes of freshly watered soil is one of the most taken for granted experiences on this planet.

It appears to be becoming increasingly clear that the only difference between those who achieve the heights to which they aspire and those who fail to even start

If you aren’t catastrophically failing, you haven’t even begun to flirt with the boundary of your potential.

It never ceases to amaze me how completely un alone I feel in the presence and companionship of fire.

Barbecue is beautiful because it ultimately distills down to your ability to handle adversity.