It Was A Million Tiny Little Things

I Know That My Work In This Case Is Magnified By The Fact That The Streets Of Heaven Are Too Crowded With Angels. We Know Their Names. They Number A Thousand For Each One Of The Red Ribbons That We Wear Here Tonight. They Finally Rest In The Warm Embrace Of The Gracious Creator Of Us All. A Healing Embrace That Cools Their Fevers, That Clears Their Skin, And Allows Their Eyes To See The Simple, Self-evident, Common Sense Truth That Is Made Manifest By The Benevolent Creator Of Us All...

Help Publicly. Help Privately. Help Make Sense Where Sense Has Gone Missing. Help Science To Solve And Faith To Soothe. Help, And You Will Abolish Apathy-the Void That Is So Quickly Filled By Ignorance And Evil.

My Tv Show Had Been Cancelled; Nothing Else Had Gone Anywhere; Some Alliances I Had Made Petered Out And Nothing Came Of Them And I Was Looking At A Long, Long Year Ahead Of Me In Which There Was No Work On The Horizon, The Phone Wasn't Ringing. I Had Two Kids, One Of Them A Brand-new Baby, And I Didn't Know If I Would Be Able To Keep My House.

It's Just As Hard Staying Happily Married As It Is Doing Movies.

I Come From The School Of That Horse Is Not Dead.