I don't dwell in the past, I just can't forget what's passed.

I lost myself in finding you, nothing has made me feel so wasted ever.

I don't dwell in the past I just can't forget what's passed.

I'm your other half. (...) I'll carry your heartbeat in mine.

Imagination is a sweet memory.

I lived in Dallas, and it's a big city, but you can jump on any freeway and drive in any direction for about 30 minutes and you are in the country - open space, wide open, very open, nothin' around.

Take it, and turn to facts my fantasies.

A man's duty? To be ready -- with rifle or rood -- to defend his home when the showdown comes.

There are certain things that make me relax, like writing my journal. That's the only time that I'm relaxing. It's the only time I really get to examine myself.

I will pause to consider this eternity from which the subsequent ones derive.

I wonder what it would be like if we all became what we wanted to be when we grew up? I mean, imagine a world filled with nothing but firemen, cowboys, nurses and ballerinas.

When scattered clouds are resting on the bosoms of hills, it seems as if one might climb into the heavenly region, earth being so intermixed with sky, and gradually transformed into it.