Mornings are mysteries; the first world's youth, Man's resurrection, and the future's bud Shroud in their births.
When I was larger, people said I was fat. Now that I've lost weight, they say I died.
My father would lift me high. And dance with my mother and me and then. Spin me around til I fell asleep. Then up the stairs he would carry me and I knew for sure I was loved.
One look in your eyes and there I see just what you mean to me. Here in my heart I believe your love is all I'll ever need
Superman can fly high way up in the sky 'cause we believe he can. So what we choose to believe can always work out fine. . . It's all in the mind.
The best part is still ahead of me - I haven't experienced my 'good old days' yet.
I'd like to be remembered as a premier singer of songs, not just a popular act of a given period.
She call me the referee cause I be so official. My shirt aint got no stripes but I can make that pussy whistle.
Never argue when you're winning.
The spirit of the place is a strange thing. Our mechanical age tries to override it. But it does not succeed. In the end the strange, sinister spirit of the place, so diverse and adverse in differing places, will smash our mechanical oneness into smithereens.
Is it eradicating evil? Or are we like children, left alone in the house at night, who light candle after candle to keep away the darkness. We don't see that the darkness has a purpose — though we may not understand it — and so, in our terror, we end up burning down the house!