I love only one girl, one in every town.
Fame and fortune, how empty they can be.
I knew by heart all the dialogue of James Dean's films; I could watch Rebel Without a Cause a hundred times over.
On a cold and gray Chicago morning another little baby child is born in the ghetto, and his Mama cries.
The army teaches boys to think like men.
Values are like fingerprints. Nobody's are the same, but you leave 'em all over everything you do