I just can't perform well unless I'm wearing jeans.
Maybe some people are just meant to be in the same story.
It's time for second chances. It's time to remake the world.
I heard this expression once: Each time someone dies, a library burns. I'm watching it burn right to the ground.
I could step out of this sad life like it's an old sorry dress.
I suddenly feel left out of a future that isn't even going to happen.
It's such a colossal effort not to be haunted by what's lost, but to be enchanted by what was.
Love passed, the Muse appeared, the weather of mind got clarity new-found; now free, I once more weave together emotion, thought, and magic sound.
There is a Providence that protects idiots, drunkards, children and the United States of America.
My dad, as a guy, had to quit school in the ninth grade, fought in the Battle of the Bulge. And spent his life pushing wheel barrels of heavy wet cement. So we've gone from pushing cement to now in one generation pushing legislation. But we always want any president to succeed, to do well; that means America does well and Americans do well.
Maybe part of loving is learning to let go.