I have a lot of friends that are ex-Miss Alabamas and ex-Miss Georgias.
I believe poor people are good people, except the ones that are mean . . .
That's what I'm living on now, honey, dreams, dreams of what I used to do.
He had mourned each of those great trains as, one by one, they were pulled off the lines and left to rust in some yard, like old aristocrats, fading away; antique relics of times gone by.
I believe in God, but I don't think you have to go crazy to prove it.
The ones that hurt the most always say the least.