Christmas Is Not A Season. It Is

I Never Would Just Open A Door And Walk Through, I Had To Bust It Down For The Hell Of It. I Just Naturally Liked Doing Things The Hard Way.

A Story Must Simmer In Its Own Juice For Months Or Even Years Before It's Ready To Serve.

In New York The Sky Is Bluer, And The Grass Is Greener, And The Girls Are Prettier, And The Steaks Are Thicker, And The Buildings Are Higher, And The Streets Are Wider, And The Air Is Finer, Than The Sky, Or The Grass, Or The Girls, Or The Steaks, Or The Air Of Any Place Else In The World.

Here In Texas Maybe We've Got Into The Habit Of Confusing Bigness With Greatness.

There Are Two Ways Of Doing Battle Against Disgrace. You May Live It Down; Or You May Run Away From It And Hide. The First Method Is Heart-breaking, But Sure. The Second Cannot Be Relied Upon Because Of The Uncomfortable Way Disgrace Has Of Turning Up At Your Heels.