Don't Hate Me Because I Can't Remember

What Really Knocks Me Out Is A Book That, When You're All Done Reading It, You Wish The Author That Wrote It Was A Terrific Friend Of Yours And You Could Call Him Up On The Phone Whenever You Felt Like It. That Doesn't Happen Much, Though.

And I Can't Be Running Back And Fourth Forever Between Grief And High Delight.

People Always Clap For The Wrong Reasons.

I Mean How Do You Know What You're Going To Do Till You Do It? The Answer Is, You Don't. I Think I Am, But How Do I Know? I Swear It's A Stupid Question.

You Don't Have To Think Too Hard When You Talk To Teachers.