There is no such joy in the tavern as upon the road thereto.

The trouble with a liar is he can't remember what he said.

When the lambs is lost in the mountain, he said. They is cry. Sometime come the mother. Sometime the wolf.

Goodness will find the little boy. It always has. It will again.

Each the others world entire.

I have no enemies. I dont permit such a thing.

You can tell it any way you want but that's the way it is. I should of done it and I didnt. And some part of me has never quit wishin I could go back. And I cant. I didn't know you could steal your own life. And I didnt know that it would bring you no more benefit than about anything else you might steal. I thinkI done the best with itI knew how but itstill wasntmine. It neverhas been.