My Mother Insisted That Her Children Read.

There's A Little Bit Of Fruitcake Left In Everyone Of Us.

Sail The Main Course In A Simple Sturdy Craft. Keep Her Well Stocked With Short Stories And Long Laughs. Go Fast Enough To Get There But Slow Enough To See. Moderation Seems To Be The Key.

Being Rich And Famous Seems To Have Its Ups And Downs. That's The Price You Pay For Being Troubadours And Clowns.

We're Weird Roman Candles Burning Bright At Both Ends. At The End Of The Road's Where This Story Begins. Where The Green Of The Gulf Meets The Blue Of The Sea. What Makes It All Happen Is Still A Mystery To Me. But Those Crazy Days And Those Crazy Ways, We Never Want To Undo. We'll Be Together, Now And Forever.

Lights Are Glowing In The Palm Trees.