You will never stop wanting more until you allow yourself to have what you already have. To take it in. Savor it. Now is a good time to do that. . .
I'm just the mere shadow of my former selfishness. I crave the silhouette of your kiss.
I used to be disgusted; now I try to be amused.
There are five things to write songs about: I'm leaving you. You're leaving me. I want you. You don't want me. I believe in something. Five subjects, and 12 notes. For all that, we musicians do pretty well.
I wish you luck with a capital F.
I believe that music is connected by human passions and curiosities rather than by marketing strategies.
History repeats the old conceits, the glib replies, the same defeats.
I don't know that I have a favorite meal. When I'm cooking I'm thinking about the person I'm feeding and I want to make them whatever they want. My husband's favorite meal is carbonara. I guess my favorite food is anything my mom makes. Because like anybody who loves their mother's cooking, if you try and make your mom's recipes, they never taste quite the same. And I don't know if that's because she's lying about what she's putting in there and just not telling me. Like when I turn my back, she's sneaking something in there. It just never seems to taste the same.
Not only does the liberal paradigm not even come close to agreeing with the social and economic reality on the ground today, worse, it has largely congealed into a political religion. . .
Jesus loves a free black man.
A good dog never dies.