Where did we get the idea of insultin' folks by pointin' out their age? ... It seems that we think youth is some special accomplishment brought about by the individual himself!

I am lonesome so regular it's like a job I gotta report to every day.

The twisted circumstances under which we live is grist for the writing mill, the loving, hating and discovering, finding new handles for old pitchers . . .

Some truth has no nourishment in it.

I was so mad you could have boiled a pot of water on my head.

Everybody's got some sin, but if it troubles your heart you're a gentle sinner, just a good soul gone wrong.

Who wants to live with one foot in hell just for the sake of nostalgia Our time is forever now.