Glenn Beck does have a dream. Unfortunately, it's the kind of dream you have when you eat four pepperoni hot pockets right before bed.
But where are the snows of yesteryear?
We were two and had but one heart.
My days are gone a-wandering.
Good talkers are only found in Paris.
I know everything except myself.
I think J. D. Salinger is correct in granting no interviews, and in making no speeches
Higher saving leads to faster growth. . .
A dream of life comes to me, like a catfish dancing on the end of the line.
I was a pretty nerdy kid. I was pretty nerdy. I'm still kind of nerdy. I have all of the worst qualities of being a nerd - all of the affect and none of the smarts. I'm a useless nerd! That's pretty bad.