He Wasn't Mine Anywhere Except In My

Well, You Missed Out On Some Important Protocol, Ella. You Can't Stand Between A Texan And His Power Tools. We Like Them. Big Ones That Drain The National Grid. We Also Like Truck-stop Breakfasts, Large Moving Objects, Monday Night Football, And The Missionary Position. We Don't Drink Light Beer, Drive Smart Cars, Or Admit To Knowing The Names Of More Than About Five Or Six Colors. And We Don't Wax Our Chests, Ever.

What Are You Going To Call The Place?" "i Haven't Decided Yet. Carrington Wants To Call It Clippety-do-da Or Hairway To Heaven . . . But I Told Her We Have To Be A Little Bit Classier." "julius Scissors," I Suggested. "hair Today, Gone Tomorrow," Jack Joined In. Liberty Covered Her Ears. "i'll Go Out Of Business In The First Week.

Poor People Have Few Choices In Life, And Most Of The Time You Don't Think Too Much About It. You Get The Best You Can And Do Without When Necessary, And Hope To God You Won't Be Wiped Out By Something You Can't Control. But There Are Moments It Hurts, Where There Is Something You Want In The Very Marrow Of Your Bones And You Know There Is No Way You Can Have It.

Oh, I Have A Very Pure Soul. It's Only My Private Parts That Have Gotten Me Into Trouble".

The Trick Was Forgetting About What She Had Lost ...and Learning To Go On With What She Had Left.