If heartaches was commercials, we'd all be on TV.

Writing is about a blank piece of paper and leaving out what’s not supposed to be there.

Blow up your TV...throw away your paper...move to the country and build you a home. Plant a little garden...eat a lot of peaches...try and find Jesus on your own.

Bewildered, bewildered, you have no complaint. You are what you are, and you ain't what you ain't.

You can fool some of the people part of the time in a rock and roll song, fifty million Elvis Presley fans can't be all wrong.

Now Jesus don't like killin'/No matter what the reason's for.

I'm fascinated by America...it's so odd.