I Don't Hafta Take His Sass

When A Child Asks You Something, Answer Him, For Goodness' Sake.

It Was Times Like These When I Thought My Father, Who Hated Guns And Had Never Been To Any Wars, Was The Bravest Man Who Ever Lived.

Miss Caroline Seemed Unaware That The Ragged, Denim-shirted And Floursack-skirted First Grade, Most Of Whom Had Chopped Cotton And Fed Hogs From The Time They Were Able To Walk, Were Immune To Imaginative Literature.

When You're At The Top, There's Only One Way To Go.

Until I Feared I Would Lose It, I Never Loved To Read. One Does Not Love Breathing.