She Had A Bottomless Well

My Mother Was French Protestant, And My Father Was Italian Catholic, And Their Union Was An Excess Of God, Guilt And Sauce.

What About A Man Who Sits Down To Wonder Why Life Has Cheated Him? Thinks About His Situation Hangs His Head And Cries Will We Pretend, His Problems Don't Exist? He's Reaching Out For Help-will We Selfishly Resist? What About Your Brother? He's Crying What About Your Brother? He's Dying What About Your Brother?

Scenery Without Solace Is Meaningless.

You Knew Me. You Knew That Person, But You Don't Know The Person I'm Trying To Become... You Are Not Your Past!

If You're Always Battling Against Getting Older, You're Always Going To Be Unhappy, Because It's Going To Happen Anyhow.