The Wino And I Know The Pain

Back To My Childhood Where Those Monsters Reside. They Snack On Innocence And Dine On Self Esteem.

There's A Little Bit Of Fruitcake Left In Everyone Of Us.

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.

Songwriters Write Songs, But They Really Belong To The Listener.

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