Any time you're making a living at what you love to do, you're blessed.

I'm so tired of being tired. Sure as night will follow day most things I worry about will never happen anyway.

Time to move on, time to get going. What lies ahead I have no way of knowing. But under my feet, baby, grass is growing.

Some grow young, some grow cold...

Do something you really like, and hopefully it pays the rent. As far as I'm concerned, that's success.

If you look around at America, that's one of its biggest problems is you have corporations that can never be pleased at a profit.

Lord, please watch over all these lost children born to chase the hurricane.