We don't have to think up a title till we get the doggone book written.
I'm an idealist. I don't know where I'm going, but I'm on my way.
After the sunset on the prairie, there are only the stars
People lie because they don't remember clear what they saw. People lie because they can't help making a story better than it was the way it happened.
What if someone gave a war & Nobody came? / Life would ring the bells of Ecstasy and Forever be Itself again.
Our lives are like a candle in the wind.