“Come to me once more, and abate my torment;Take the bitter care from my mind, and give meAll I long for; Lady, in all my battlesFight as my comrade.”
“When my love comes back from the ladies' room, will I be too old to care?”
“I wanted to be respected and to be loved. I longed for a man, like my father, to come and take me away from it all.”
“I will raise my voice as long as God gives me sound or ability, against this Communistic idea that the Government will take care of us all, and everything belongs to the government. It is wrong!”
“Jesus, take the wheelTake it from my hands'Cause I can't do this on my ownI'm letting goSo give me one more chanceTo save me from this road I'm onJesus, take the wheel”
“You want me?” I repeated, my bewilderment not abating, but growing. “I’ve never wanted anything more.”