Even as your body betrays you, your mind denies it.
Is where you're from the place you're leaving or where you have roots?
Sometimes I think if I had to choose between an ear of corn or making love to a woman, I'd choose the corn.
Don't want to get tipsy and break a hip.
I am ninety. Or ninety-three. One or the other.
Hey! Shouts Camel. There ain't no woman in the world worth two bottles of whiskey!