I Am The Darker Brother.

Summer Was Made To Give You A Taste Of What Hell Is Like. Winter Was Made For Landladies To Charge High Rents And Keep Cold Radiators And Make A Fortune Off Of Poor Tenants.

What Happens To A Dream Deferred?

Well, When Christ Comes Back This Time, I Hope He Comes Back Mad His Own Self. I Hope He Drives The Jim Crowers Out Of Their High Places, Every Living Last One Of Them From Washington To Texas.

I Stuck My Head Out The Window This Morning And Spring Kissed Me Bang In The Face.

Whiskey Just Naturally Likes Me But Beer Likes Me Better.