If there’s a heaven for me, I’m sure it has a beach attached.
Bryl-cream, a little dab will do you.
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.
There's no 'dumb-ass' vaccine.
I slowly surrender to the child in me who can't say goodbye.
And you find as a writer there are certain spots on the planet where you write better than others, and I believe in that. And New Orleans is one of them.