It was a death struggle every day being a Yankee you either won or you lost. There was no second place. Half of us were nuts by the end of a season.
No? Part girl, part wolf? Do they lick their butter knives?
A guy's gotta live, you know, gotta make his way and find his meaning in life and love, and to do that he needs coffee, he needs coffee and coffee and coffee.
It is a giggle full of high spirits and merry mischief, proof that we never lose our girlish selves, no matter what sort of women we become.
Why does anyone do anything? Belief. A belief that they are right and just in their actions. Abraham was willing to sacrifice his son, Isaac, because he believed that God had commanded it. To kill your son is unthinkable. A crime. But if you are acting in the belief that your God, your supreme deity whom you must obey, has demanded it of you, is it still a crime?
Please, I'm a transgender former boy-bander. You think I don't know how to defend myself?
HI. I’m from Arkansas, the cantaloupe state. And tonight, I hope you will hold my melons close to your heart and vote me your Miss Teen Dream.
If I write a new play, my point of view may be profoundly modified. I may be obliged to contradict myself and I may no longer know whether I still think what I think.
Before you can make a difference, you have to believe you can.
If a pagan asks you to show him your faith, take him into church and place him before the icons.
God bless the boys from Memphis, blue suede shoes, and Elvis.