2 Quotes by Bud Macfarlane Jr.

It did matter to get out of bed. There were webs to weave. Strings to grasp. Packages to deliver. Conversations to start. Thoughts to be expressed. Sams to slam into. Oceans to swim. And sad little men hiding in electrical sockets, waiting to be born of the human imagination.

There are times when words are extra, like raindrops on drenched grass. There are times for holding. He held her...