What's the use coming home to get the blues over what can't be helped.
We talk about the American Dream, and want to tell the world about the American Dream, but what is that Dream, in most cases, but the dream of material things? I sometimes think that the United States for this reason is the greatest failure the world has ever seen.
When I was a kid I used to get fun out of my horrors.
We fought so long against small things that we became small ourselves.
There is no present or future-only the past, happening over and over again-now.
Dey's some things I don't got to be told. I kin read them in folks' eyes.