Hell Hath No Fury Like A Hustler

Rock 'n Roll: The Most Brutal, Ugly, Desperate, Vicious Form Of Expression It Has Been My Misfortune To Hear.

What I Do With My Life Is Of My Own Doing. I Live It The Best Way I Can.

If You Can Make It There, You'll Make It Anywhere; It's Up To You, New York, New York.

A Friend To Me Has No Race, No Class And Belongs To No Minority. My Friendships Were Formed Out Of Affection, Mutual Respect And A Feeling Of Having Something Strong In Common. These Are Eternal Values That Cannot Be Racially Classified. This Is The Way I Look At Race.

For Years I've Nursed A Secret Desire To Spend The Fourth Of July In A Double Hammock With A Swingin' Redheaded Broad. But I Could Never Find Me A Double Hammock