Words are things. The words he is in possession of he cannot be deprived of. Their authority transcends his ignorance of their meaning.

Either you run like a tiger or like a deer, both  way you  are right. After all this  is  life, you  have to  run.

Every movement of his body is an unconscious protest. Every desire, every dream, no matter how intimate or personal, is a plot or a conspiracy. Every hope is a plan for insurrection. Every glance of the eye is a threat. His very existence is a crime against the state!

That old black magic has me in its spell, That old black magic that you weave so well; Icy fingers up and down my spine, The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine.

Johnny Mercer

Quotes by Johnny Mercer

Written By Johnny Mercer

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