Disillusionment is what little heroes are made of.

E. K. Hornbeck

Hello, Devil. Welcome to Hell.

E. K. Hornbeck

He's the only man I know who can strut sitting down.

E. K. Hornbeck

He that sups with the devil must have a long spoon.

E. K. Hornbeck

I may be rancid butter but I'm on your side of the bread.

E. K. Hornbeck

Mr. Brady, it is the duty of a newspaper to comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable.

E. K. Hornbeck

A small red barber chair with a long golden braid over the arm and open silver scissors on the seat. — Original artwork

Sit down, Samson, you’re about to get a haircut.

E. K. Hornbeck

We're growing a strange crop of agnostics this year.

E. K. Hornbeck

Worn wooden blocks with faint carved marks lie scattered against a dark green background. — Original artwork

I don’t swear for the hell of it. Language is a poor enough means of communication. We’ve got to use all the words we’ve got. Besides, there are damn few words anybody understands.

Henry Drummond

An open book and pale quill sit beside small brass scales and an ink pot beneath a golden beam of light. — Original artwork

Suppose God whispered into a Bertram Cate’s ear that an un-Brady thought could still be holy? Must men go to jail because they find themselves at odds with a self-appointed prophet?

Henry Drummond

A brown leather volume with a fan of differently colored notebooks tilted over it on a mint surface. — Original artwork

The Bible is a book. It's a good book, but it is not the only book.

Henry Drummond

White porcelain hand with curled fingers beside a pale feather — Original artwork

I was always more afraid of you than of falling!

Rachel Brown