This Morning I Shot Six Holes In

I Arm Myself With Punch Lines And A Big Old Water Gun.

Maybe There Is Another Who Sees Life Not As A Flickering Candle But As A Torch That Can Illuminate An Undiscovered World.

We're Just Recycled History Machines, Cavemen In Faded Blue Jeans.

The Weather Is Here Wish You Were Beautiful.

Nobody Else Cares About You At The Beginning Of Your Career Except You-and, Of Course, Your Mother. Your Mother Is There Because That Is What Mothers Do.