“What they have forgotten they have forgotten: what they meant to do instead of fall is not in earth or time recoverable the fossils of intention, the shapes of rot.”

In my own mind, I was sort of a desperate kid.

And it occurs to me that if I were aboard a rowboat floating in the middle of all the beer I’ve drunk in a lifetime,

I started writing when I was about thirteen.

I don’t think I do have a soul.

Uneasily the leaves fall at this season, forgetting what to do or where to go; the red amnesiacs of autumn drifting thru the graveyard forest.

If I could live my life all over I’d do everything the same; the film in my camera would remain the same; there’s no way lord, to leave this love behind.

Pakistan’s being an ally and helping the United States, we ought to show

I’m thankful for every moment.

I did a whole concert in Atlanta with my fly open, and I had a black suit on and a white shirt. My white shirt was protruding from the fly.

I learned more stuff in church than I did in the world.

I have found people on both sides of the aisle, white and black, that’ll give you the shirt off their back.

Trials can be hard, if you don’t know God.

I didn’t have a mother; I had a mama. I measure other women by the stature of my mama.

Suicide is not an answer, it’s destruction.

And I’ve also found people that won’t give you a piece of bread if you’re starving to death.

No child wants to fail. Everyone wants to succeed.

I had forgotten how much light there is in the world, till you gave it back to me.

Have we forgotten that we’re all born the same way: naked, wet, and hungry? Then things get worse!

American business has just forgotten the importance of selling.

The reason American cars don’t sell anymore is that they have forgotten how to design the American Dream. What does it matter if you buy a car today or six months from now, because cars are not beautiful. That’s why the American auto industry is in trouble: no design, no desire.

I can’t tell you what art does and how it does it, but I know that often art has judged the judges, pleaded revenge to the innocent and shown to the future what the past suffered, so that it has never been forgotten.

The Hispanic community understands the American Dream and have not forgotten what they were promised – that in the U.S., a free market system, allows us all to succeed economically, achieve stability and security for your family and leave your children better off than yourselves.

Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.

Christmas is a time when everybody wants his past forgotten and his present remembered.