If You Throw A Lamb Chop In

I Remember Most Clearly When A Teenage Christopher Spat In My Face. He Said, "i Hate You". It's Pretty Hard To Overlook That. I Couldn't.

My God, I'm Four Hundred Years Old And The Most I Can Do Is Look Three Hundred.

Care For Your Clothes, Like The Good Friends They Are

If You Have An Ounce Of Common Sense And One Good Friend You Don't Need An Analyst.

I Was A Strict Disciplinarian, Perhaps Too Strict At Times, But My God, Without Discipline What Is Life?