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The Haitians, Who Knew Something About Suffering And Survival, Had A Beautiful Phrase... The Translation Is Not Perfect, But The Nut Of It Was: 'the Season Of Pain Is Never Over Until The Sky Begins To Cry.

The Only Thing Poverty Does Is Grind Down Your Nerve Endings To A Point That You Can Work Harder And Stoop Lower Than Most People Are Willing To. It Chips Away A Person's Dreams To The Point That The Hopelessness Shows Through, And The Dreamer Accepts That Hard Work And Borrowed Houses Are All This Life Will Ever Be.

It Wasn't That I Had Gotten It Right . . . But That I Had Gotten True.

And Sandy Martindale ... Dated Elvis Before The Rhinestone Jumpsuits And The Drugs, When He Was Sharp And Cool And Jagged, Like Porcelain That Has Been Hurled Against A Wall.

It Is Easy To Be Liked When The World Has No Jagged Edges, When Life Is Electric Blankets And Peach Ice Cream. But To Be Beloved, A Man Needs A Dragon.