I Like To End Stories Where The

Legends Grow Beards, And Twenty-three Years Is Plenty Of Time To Grow A Long One.

I'm Most Afraid Of Losing My Mind. You Lose Your Identity, Your Sense Of Who You Are, Where You Are.

Fools Are The Only Folk On The Earth Who Can Absolutely Count On Getting What They Deserve.

Invitation To Dance- It’s A Dance. And Sometimes They Turn The Lights Off In This Ballroom. But We’ll Dance Anyway, You And I. Even In The Dark. Especially In The Dark. May I Have The Pleasure?

When The Time Is Gone, You Can Never Get It Back.