Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind. Memories, sweetened through the ages just like wine.

When we're dancing it almost feels the same, I've got to stop myself from whispering your name.

Folks always look good in their coffins.

Values are like fingerprints. Nobody's are the same, but you leave 'em all over everything you do

I think I have something tonight that's not quite correct for evening wear. Blue suede shoes.

Teenagers are my life and my triumph. I'd be nowhere without them.

Music should be something that makes you gotta move, inside or outside.