I Hope Everybody Could Get Rich And

I Can Be Your Best Friend Or Your Worst Enemy. You Seem To Prefer The Latter.

If You Give Up On Your Dreams, What's Left?

I'm Talkin' About A Place Where The Beer Flows Like Wine, Where The Women Instinctively Flock Like The Salmon Of Capistrano. I'm Talkin' About Aspen.

I Never Thought I Was Finished When People Said I Was Finished, Or Any Of That Stuff. I Always Had This Undying Belief That Even If I Was In A Wheelchair And I Could Only Move My Finger, Somehow I Would Become The Guy Who Does The Amazing Thing With His Finger.

Maybe There Is No Actual Place Called Hell. Maybe Hell Is Just Having To Listen To Our Grandparents Breathe Through Their Noses When They're Eating Sandwiches.