What A Blessed If Painful Thing, This

I Felt Like It Needed Some Color Down There, So I Painted The Walls With The Motherfucker.

I'll Take The Shooting. I'm Used To That. I've Been Shot A Few Times In The Past, And I Guess I Can Stand It, Again.

She Just Knew That Even When You Had Nothing, You Still Had Love.

Was There Any Human Urge More Pitiful-or More Intense- Than Wanting Another Chance At Something?

Taking A Thing Apart Is Always Faster Than Putting Something Together. This Is True Of Everything Except Marriage.