...home lies in the things you carry with you everywhere and not the ones that tie you down.
The Man Within My HeadEvery time my head hit the pillow, I wondered why I had ever left my bed in the first place.
Like It Never HappenedSomething my mom likes to say when she's up on her equal-opportunity soapbox floats through my head:
Like No OtherBecause all the words in the world won't do much good if they're just rattling around in your head.
The Lions of Little Rock