We are the same, you and I. We are two odd, lonely children, reaching for eternity.
What killed my boy? Them doctors say it was his heart. Others, the pills. Some say it was me. No. I’ll tell you what killed him. It was love. His love for you.
What is hate worth if it’s free?
To achieve truly great things, one must make truly great sacrifices.
Them comic book heroes all have them super powers. His was music.[about Elvis]
It don’t matter if you do ten stupid things, as long as you do one smart one.
Are you born with destiny? Or does it just come knocking at your door?
