Talk about celestial bodies.

Let the disappointments pass, let the laughter fill your glass.

And my dad wanted me to play the trumpet because that's what he liked. His idol was Louis Armstrong. My dad thought my teeth came together in a way that was perfect for playing the trumpet.

It's not like I'm looking to describe something that's only true of my own circumstances. It's beyond. It's way inside, you know. It's reaching inside to something that you have in common with many.

I was doing my best Bogart, but I was having trouble getting into her jeans.

You would think with all the genius and the brilliance of these times, we might find a higher purpose and a better use of mind.

I grew up reading Shakespeare and Mark Twain.