I was raised in Brooklyn, and I lived there for 59 years.
Grantland Rice, the great sportswriter once said, 'It's not whether you win or lose, it's how you play the game. ' Well Grantland Rice can go to hell as far as I'm concerned.
A cowboy never takes unfair advantage - even of an enemy.
I was 12 when I ordered my first guitar out of the worn and discolored pages of the Sears and Roebuck catalog. The story that I bought it on the installment plan is untrue, the invention of a Hollywood press agent. Local color. I paid cash, $8, money I had saved as a hired hand on my uncle Calvin's farm, baling and stacking hay. Prairie hay, used as feed for the cattle in winter. It was mean work for a wiry boy, but ambition made me strong.
Here comes Santa Claus! Here comes Santa Claus! Right down Santa Claus Lane!
You'll wake up on Easter morning, And you'll know that he was there, When you find those choc'late bunnies, That he's hiding ev'rywhere.
Grantland Rice can go to hell as far as I'm concerned.
Just don't pull out your phone at all on the first date.
A conquering king will banish from his breast hatred towards one whom he no longer fears.
Tell me truly, I implore-- Is there-- is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me, I implore!
There's an inherent contradiction between appreciating the beauty of clothes and creativity and individuality, and the waste around the ideas of trends and seasons.