Someone tried to save my soul in a gas station.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I was a horrible limo driver: I ran out of gas with passengers in the back and I used to get lost on a regular basis.
In my book, I was trying to get into my own soul.
Life delivered me a catastrophe, but I found a richness of soul.
I'd sell my soul for a good cause.
Soul is just that inner spirit. I use that inner spirit for whatever it is I do.
I don't think I do have a soul.
Those days if you drove cross country and you broke down on the side of the road, and the sign says 200 miles to the next gas station, you knew you were so screwed.
I fed my ego, but not my soul.
Prison life, fortunately, I spent a lot of years, about 18 years with other prisoners, and, as I say, they enriched your soul.
I hooked up my accelerator pedal in my car to my brake lights. I hit the gas, people behind me stop, and I'm gone.