Ladies love outlaws, like babies love stray dogs. Ladies touch babies like a banker touches gold, outlaws touch ladies somewhere deep down in their soul.

Listening to his songs she heard nothing but bad news, still she made her mind up to try to get him win or lose.

Don't ever try and be like anybody else and don't be afraid to take risks.

His songs were soon curled on the lips of the world, they had earned him the highest acclaim. And yet his greatest desire was the simple warmth of love's fire, cause it's cold on the dark side of fame.

But Buddy was an upper. He was happy. He loved music, and he was really happy. I don't know... I don't believe in reincarnation at all, but if all that stuff is true, then he might have been on his last time around.

I never have any problem getting enthusiastic with a good song and a good band.

If you have the courage and you have the heart, that hero just might be you.