Go fast enough to get there, but slow enough to see.

Places I've lived since then had to have some kind of uniqueness and character about them. And logically Key West, and then Down Island. So, all of that stuff sort of had it's roots in New Orleans and went crazy.

Life was just a tire swing. 'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing. Blackberry pickin', eatin' fried chicken, And I never knew a thing about pain. Life was just a tire swing.

Breathe in, breathe out, move on.

Wrinkles will only go where the smiles have been.

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

Some people think there's a woman to blame, but I know - it's my own damn fault