Someone told me that he had never had a drink... that in his glass there was only water; he had to keep his image of funny fellow. Those who knew him say he was a honest friend and a man that knew how to live. I'll always remember his acting in Rio Bravo, singing "My riffle, my ponnie, and me", and of course, his interpretation as a crooner with "Everybody loves somebody sometime".
Order is not enough. If the order appears because of the repression... If there's no freedom, what will the life be like? Safety, order, uniformity, silence, urban harmony, richness, dominion... What are those goals for... if we are not free to dream, fly, change the life, overcome all that is established, run away from routine, seek a newer world? What would our prestige be for if we were'n able to sit on a beach and sing a song to the sunset in a warm summer night? What is our elegant suit for if it denies us the pleasure of feeling the wind, the sand, the sun, the water... in our whole skin? What is our life for if we don't experience surprise? It doesn't do any good to grab gold chains if they are heavy and ungrateful. We are born to be free.