I'd like to go back to Paris someday and visit the Lourve museum, get a good running start, and hurl myself at the wall.

My memory is not even what most peoples is, much less what it oughta be for a discussion like this.

Excitable boy, they all said, he killed and raped her and brought her home.

I don't learn so good, no matter how good the teacher is.

I mean, I haven't been completely lacking in some enjoyment of Chuck Berry or Buddy Holly. But I just didn't pay attention to that period of music, obviously.

I like wherever I am. That's my big secret.

I'd like to go back to Paris someday and visit the Lourve museum, get a good running start, and hurl myself at the wall.