Just tell 'em you're gonna soak the fat boys and forget the rest of the tax stuff...Willie, make 'em cry, make 'em laugh, make 'em mad, even mad at you. Stir them up and they'll love it and come back for more, but, for heaven's sakes, don't try to improve their minds.

Tell me a story of deep delight.

...a man does not die for words. He dies for his relation to them.

If you could not accept the past and its burden there was no future, for without one there cannot be the other.

There is no country but the heart.

For whatever you live is life.

Goodness . . . You got to make it out of badness . . . Because there isn't anything else to make it out of.