Don't get so busy making a living that you forget to make a life. - Dolly Parton

I was the first woman to burn my bra - it took the fire department four days to put it out.

I’ve had enough fighting
I’m more into righting
What’s wrong when it’s broken apart

Demons, demons, we both had enough of our own
Demons, demons, we don’t have to fight them alone

"One of our favorite family stories tells about a preacher who stopped by one day while Daddy was hard at work. This particular preacher was never much of a help to anybody and seemed to show up only when he was out beatin' the bushes for money. Well, this snooty parson in his starched collar stopped by the fence while my daddy was sweating and groaning and trying to get a stump out of the ground, and he said, "Hello, Lee, this is a right nice place you and the Lord have here." Daddy wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his sleeve and said, "Yeah, well, you should have seen the som'bitch when the Lord had it by hisself."
I have often joked that we had "two rooms and a path, and running water, if you were willing to run to get it.