Put Your Money In Your Head, That

I Always Feel Bad For Those Who, In A Sense, Cede Their Authority To Others, Let Others Make Major Decisions About Their Life And Actually Believe Them. When You're Tiny, You Have No Choice. But As Soon As Your Mind Starts Working, You Pretty Well Figure It Out. And You Realize You're A Hostage Until You're Old Enough To Leave. But As Long As You Have That Goal - I Will Get Out Of Here - You'll Be Ok.

Consider The "new" Woman. She's Trying To Be Pollyanna Borgia, Clearly A Conflict Of Interest. She's Supposed To Be A Ruthless Winner At Work And A Bundle Of Nurturing Sweetness At Home.

Every Day You're Alive And Someone Loves You Is A Miracle.

Oh Well, Maybe The Only Beauty Left In Cities Is In The Oil Slicks On The Road And Maybe There Isn't Any Beauty Left In The People Who Live In These Places.

Loving's Pretty Easy. It's Letting Someone Love You That's Hard.