A woman is like whiskey. She evaporates a little over time, distilled by disappointments and grief. One can never predict if the angels will take the best of her or the worst. Only time will tell if the woman that remains will be bitter, dispirited or aged to perfection.

You are what you are, until you decide to be different.

The lord giveth and most women piss it away. Perhaps this is why they lack the equipment to aim.

It's not how you look, it's how you feel in the dark

A woman is like whiskey. She evaporates a little over time, distilled by disappointments and grief. One can never predict if the angels will take the best of her or the worst. Only time will tell if the woman that remains will be bitter, dispirited or aged to perfection.

Life is like the stock market. Some days you're up. Some days you're down. And some days you feel like something the bull left behind.

History, of course, is never real. People either glorify it or horrify it. Or at the very least color it.