I know I should be leaving this climate, I've got a verse, but can't rhyme it.

We got to roll with the punches, play all of our hunches, make the best of whatever comes your way. Forget that blind ambition, learn to trust your intuition - plowing straight ahead, come what may.

When the good times come around, they gallup in like wild horses. You just try to stay on them for as long as you can. And when they throw you offyou just wait in the shade until they come around again.

I have always looked at life as a voyage, mostly wonderful, sometimes frightening. In my family and friends I have discovered treasure more valuable than gold.

It's not the tales of Stephen King that I've read, I need protection from the things in my head . . .

Bryl-cream, a little dab will do you.

It's important to have as much fun as possible while we're here. It balances out the times when the minefield of life explodes.