You don’t swing where you sleep.
On a scale of one to ten, I would rate Elvis eleven.
Tap dancing all started with the old clog waltz.
You have to be able to look back at your life and say, "Yeah, that was fun."
The manic pursuit of success cost me everything I could love: my wife, my three children, some friends I would have liked to grow old with.
Once I get outside my house in the morning, I'm on.