Sometimes You Just Have To Bite Your

Sometimes The Silence Can Be Like Thunder.

They Can't Hurt Me. Sure, They Can Crush You And Kill You. They Can Lay You Out On 42nd And Broadway And Put Hoses On You And Flush You In The Sewers And Put You On The Subway And Carry You Out To Coney Island And Bury You On The Ferris Wheel. But I Refuse To Sit Here And Worry About Dying.

The National Bank At Profit Sells Road Maps For The Soul.

There's Beauty In The Silver Singing River There's Beauty In The Sunrise In The Sky But None Of These And Nothing Else Can Match The Beauty That I Remember In My True Love's Eyes

[bob Dylan] Was Rarely Tender And Seldom Reached Out To Anticipate Another's Needs.