Self-parody Is The First Portent Of Age.

The Earth Is Mostly Just A Boneyard. But Pretty In The Sunlight.

The Only Bookstore I Had Was The Paperback Rack At The Drugstore.

It's A Fine World, Though Rich In Hardships At Times.

Listening To Women Ain't The Fashion In This Part Of The Country.

He Had Known Several Men Who Blew Their Heads Off, And He Had Pondered It Much. It Seemed To Him It Was Probably Because They Could Not Take Enough Happiness Just From The Sky And The Moon To Carry Them Over The Low Feelings That Came To All Men.