The Freedom Of Birds Is

You Forget What You Want To Remember, And You Remember What You Want To Forget.

You Either Stick Or You Quit. And I Wouldnt Quit You I Dont Care What You Done.

Borrowed Time And Borrowed World And Borrowed Eyes With Which To Sorrow It.

They Heard Somewhere In That Tenantless Night A Bell That Tolled And Ceased Where No Bell Was And They Rode Out On The Round Dais Of The Earth Which Alone Was Dark And No Light To It And Which Carried Their Figures And Bore Them Up Into The Swarming Stars So That They Rode Not Under But Among Them And They Rode At Once Jaunty And Circumspect, Like Thieves Newly Loosed In That Dark Electric, Like Young Thieves In A Glowing Orchard, Loosely Jacketed Against The Cold And Ten Thousand Worlds For The Choosing.

You Always Pay Too Much. Particularly For Promises. There Aint No Such Thing As A Bargain Promise.