So remember those who win the gameLose the love they sought to gainIn debitures of quality and dubious integrityTheir small-town eyes will gape at youIn dull surprise when payment dueExceeds accounts received at seventeen

At the end of the day, all you can hope for is to go on. The older I get, the more I realize that just keeping on keeping on is what life’s all about.

Going off the road just leaves me more time to be a writer.

I’ve always been an avid reader. If I don’t have a book in the car, I’ll stop and pick one up just to have something to read. I don’t even remember learning to read.

It was long ago and far away, The world was younger than today, And dreams were all they gave for free, To ugly duckling girls like me.

Once you’re halfway home, you know that you can probably get the rest of the way there.

To those of us who know the pain, Of valentines that never came, And those whose names were never called, When choosing sides for basketball.