I Just Thank God I Don't Live

Come Back, Come Back, Back To Jamaica Don't You Know We Made A Big Mistaika We Would Be So Sad If You Told Us Goodbye And We Promise Not To Shoot You Out Of The Sky!

Indecision May Or May Not Be My Problem.

[writing] Is Edit, Edit, Edit. It's Almost Like Getting A Boat Ready To Go To Sea. You've Still Got A Countless Number Of Things Left To Fix, But You've Just Got To Go, "o.k., Everybody Get On The Boat. We're Going, Ready Or Not."

Grief Is Like The Wake Behind A Boat. It Starts Out As A Huge Wave That Follows Close Behind You And Is Big Enough To Swamp And Drown You If You Suddenly Stop Moving Forward. But If You Do Keep Moving, The Big Wake Will Eventually Dissipate. And After A Long Time, The Waters Of Your Life Get Calm Again, And That Is When The Memories Of Those Who Have Left Begin To Shine As Bright And As Enduring As The Stars Above.

I Made A Deal With The Devil For A Whole Lot Of Money.