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I Don't Share Blame. I Don't Share Credit. And I Don't Share Desserts.

There Are An Awful Lot Of Skinny People In The Cemetery.

I Lived Through The Garbage. I Might As Well Dine On The Caviar.

My Voice Had A Long, Nonstop Career. It Deserves To Be Put To Bed With Quiet And Dignity, Not Yanked Out Every Once In A While To See If It Can Still Do What It Used To Do. It Can't.

I've Always Tried To Go A Step Past Wherever People Expected Me To End Up.