Did God make man in a breath of holy fire, or did he crawl on up out of the muck and mire?

Elvis Presley is all there is. There just ain't no more. Everything starts and ends with Elvis. He wrote the book. He is everything to do and not to do in the music business.

In the third grade, a nun stuffed me in a garbage can under her desk because she said that's where I belonged. I also had the distinction of being the only altar boy knocked down by a priest during mass.

Mama always told me not to look into the sights of the sun. Oh, but mama, that's where the fun is.

It's a sad man my friend who's livin' in his own skin and can't stand the company.

I cut my bow from the wood of this tree of evil. Of this tree of good, I want a kiss from your lips.

The Jersey Shore is the kind of place where the policeman has a little cottage that might have been in the family for years and many other people call home.