Nobody else cares about you at the beginning of your career except you-and, of course, your mother. Your mother is there because that is what mothers do.
While my mind is flexible, these brittle bones don't bend.
It's not the tales of Stephen King that I've read, I need protection from the things in my head . . .
If we couldn't laugh, we would all going to go insane.
My head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love Jesus. It's that kind of morning.
Be good, and you will be lonesome, be lonesome and you will be free. Live a lie and you will live to regret it, that's what living is to me.