Christmas Isn't A Season. It's A Feeling.

But Always, To Her, Red And Green Cabbages Were To Be Jade And Burgundy, Chrysoprase And Prophyry. Life Has No Weapons Against A Woman Like That.

America -- Rather, The United States -- Seems To Me To Be The Jew Among The Nations. It Is Resourceful, Adaptable, Maligned, Envied, Feared, Imposed Upon. It Is Warm-hearted, Over-friendly; Quick-witted, Lavish, Colorful; Given To Extravagant Speech And Gestures; Its People Are Travelers And Wanderers By Nature, Moving, Shifting, Restless; Swarming In Fords, In Ocean Liners; Craving Entertainment; Volatile. The Chuckle Among The Nations Of The World.

I Never Go To Weddings. Waste Of Time. Person Can Get Married A Dozen Times. Lots Of Folks Do. Family Like Ours, Know Everybody In The State Of Texas And Around Outside, Why, You Could Spend Your Life Going To Weddings. But A Funeral, That's Different. You Only Die Once.

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.

Christmas Is Not A Season. It Is A Feeling.