High in the sky is a bird on a wing Please carry me with you Far far away from the mad rushing crowd Please carry me with you.

I walk where once the grass was green And mourn the lark that sings no more What bird could sing whose eyes have seen Broken blossoms on the field of war?

The rains tumble down in the sky, Young swallows have learned how to fly, The leaves that were green are no longer so green, And it looks like the summer is over.

Does it have a bed?" Liz asked doing her best to prop him up."A couple of old army cots that probably have more mildew than a politician has bullshit.

You see, I don't know how to ride a motorcycle, actually.

I like movies that resonate, that give voice to the voiceless.

There prevails on a free labor market a tendency toward full employment.

I love when I'm trying to do something I don't know how to do, and it kind of figures itself out along the way. And that means messing up a lot. That means throwing away a lot of drawings.

Hope itself is a pain, while it is overmatched by fear.

Surely He does not give us hearts so we may spend our lives ignoring them.

The primary means-of-reviva l that everyone agrees upon is extraordinary prayer.

We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person.

There's really no wrong way to use a margarita pool.