Leave something good in every day.
Speaking of the devil, well here he comes now. Got my defenses down. And I'd go through hell to make him mine.
I do wear wigs. ... I sometimes make the joke about me standing on a hilltop with my hair blowing in the wind - and me too proud to run after it.
I have to not harden my heart, because I want to stay open to feel things.
When I got somethin' to say, I'll say it.
I'll bring my grits when I travel, because I get so hungry on the road.