The Autry Effect

I am as bad as the worst, but, thank God, I am as good as the best.

You may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them.

I WENT out to the farthest meadow, I lay down in the deepest shadow; And I said unto the earth, “Hold me,” And unto the night, “O enfold me,” And unto the wind petulantly I cried, “You know not for you are free!” And I begged the little leaves to lean Low and together for a safe screen; Then to the stars I told my tale: “That is my home-light, there in the vale, “And O, I know that I shall return, But let me lie first mid the unfeeling fern. “For there is a flame that has blown too near, And there is a name that has grown too dear, And there is a fear …” And to the still hills and cool earth and far sky I made moan, “The heart in my bosom is not my own! “O would I were free as the wind on wing; Love is a terrible thing!”

We are all of us in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.

There are many forms of love and affection, some people can spend their whole lives together without knowing each other's names. Naming is a difficult and time-consuming process; it concerns essences, and it means power. But on the wild nights who can call you home? Only the one who knows your name.

When the seconds pass slowly / and years go flying by

It's like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story.