Whiskey Just Naturally Likes Me But Beer

Road's In Front O' Me, Nothin' To Do But Walk.

7 X 7 + Love = An Amount Infinitely Above: 7 X 7 - Love.

Through My Grandmother's Stories Always Life Moved, Moved Heroically Toward An End. Nobody Ever Cried In My Grandmother's Stories. They Worked, Or Schemed, Or Fought. But No Crying. When My Grandmother Died, I Didn't Cry, Either. Something About My Grandmother's Stories (without Her Ever Having Said So) Taught Me The Uselessness Of Crying About Anything."

Go Home And Write / A Page Tonight. / And Let That Page Come Out Of You - / Then, It Will Be True.

Reach Up Your Hand... And Take A Star.