I Can Be Someone's And Still Be

I Myself Do Not Believe In Explaining Anything.

Just Me, Just Me Sweet Marie, She Loves Just Me (she Also Loves Maurice Mcghee). No She Don't, She Loves Just Me (she Also Loves Louise Dupree). No She Don't, She Loves Just Me (she Also Loves The Willow Tree). No She Don't, She Loves Just Me! (poor, Poor Fool, Why Can't You See She Can Love Others And Still Love Thee.)

I Would Hope That People, No Matter What Age, Would Find Something To Identify With In My Books, Pick One Up And Experience A Personal Sense Of Discovery. That's Great. But For Them, Not For Me.

There Is A Place Where The Sidewalk Ends.

If You're Sloppy, That's Just Fine. If You're Moody, I Won't Mind. If You're Fat, That's Fine With Me. If You're Skinny, Let It Be. If You're Bossy, That's All Right. If You're Nasty, I Won't Fight. If You're Rough, Well That's Just You. If You're Mean, That's All Right Too. Whatever You Are Is All Okay. I Don't Like You Anyway.