Quote by John Mellencamp
I want to sell to people my own age, because thats the way I write

I want to sell to people my own age, because thats the way I write songs. – John Mellencamp

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You cannot expect the guy who drove the car into the ditch to navigate it out of the ditch. You have to put a new driver in the seat. Im not saying the new driver is going to be any better, but we need a new driver. Kerry is the only choice. – John Mellencamp

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Do I think its OK to fight authority as long as youre only talking about the high school teacher? No. – John Mellencamp

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By age seven, I used to comb my hair for performances, just pull my hair up into a bun. Granted, it wasnt a very intricate hairstyle. Still, to be that responsible and disciplined at age seven is unusual. – Janet Jackson

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Ive never been more in love with anyone nearly half my age than I am today. Id get married in a minute if I werent still married to somebody else. – Rod Stewart

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Your body actually reminds you about your age and your injuries – the body has a stronger memory than your mind. – Mikhail Baryshnikov

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If I could only go back to thirty, and yet retain all my experience, I would turn somersaults all the way down to Ostergade. – Hans Christian Andersen (1805–1875), written in his seventieth year [The f

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