We're weird roman candles burning bright at both ends. At the end of the road's where this story begins. Where the green of the gulf meets the blue of the sea. What makes it all happen is still a mystery to me. But those crazy days and those crazy ways, we never want to undo. We'll be together, now and forever.

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.

If it doesn't work out there will never be any doubt that the pleasure was worth all the pain.

I've got a Caribbean soul I can barely control, and some Texas hidden here in my heart!

Maybe there is another who sees life not as a flickering candle but as a torch that can illuminate an undiscovered world.

I arm myself with punch lines and a big old water gun.

We need more fruitcakes in this world, and less bakers!