Boy, we’ll get Raymond out and we won’t go hungry anymore.
I don’t know if the average person really has faith in Washington anymore.
I was so self-critical. I still am, but it’s not as bad anymore.
I don’t see pitches down the middle anymore – not even in batting practice.
I don’t want to talk about genies in bottles anymore.
Once you become predictable, no one’s interested anymore.
I don’t live that life anymore, it’s as simple as that.
I can’t be bothered anymore about giving songs titles.
If I ever stopped being angry, I couldn’t write anymore. How could I?
All the things I used to like – cookies, ice cream, gumbo – I don’t like anymore.