I'm going to Graceland, for reasons I cannot explain. There's some part of me wants to see Graceland. And I may be advised to defend every love, every ending, or maybe there's no obligations now. Maybe I've a reason to believe we all will be received in Graceland.

You know, life is what you make of it- so beautiful or so what.

People ask how I feel about getting old. I tell them I have the same question. I'm learning as I go.

I lived in an attached house. My father used to drive into the wrong driveway all the time. He'd say, Damn it, how do you tell one of these houses from another?

Who am I to blow against the wind?

I get the news I need on the weather report And I have nothing to do today but smile

Mama, don't take my Kodachrome away.