Blank paper has always inspired me.
When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell.
For secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools.
Errors like straws upon the surface flow, Who would search for pearls to be grateful for often must dive below.
The love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.
Luxurious kings are to their people lost, They live like drones, upon the public cost.
Desire of power, on earth a vicious weed, Yet, sprung from high, is of celestial seed: In God 'tisglory; and when men aspire, 'Tis but a spark too much of heavenly fire.
When I perform on stage, I often pretend to be someone other than myself to bring a certain emotion or intent to a song.
Once upon a time there was a fairy godmother, but the rest of the time there was none. This story is about one of those other times.
When I was a kid, my grandfather said that "if you say a word often enough, it becomes you. " Thinking of that later in life gave me this idea that I could try to become America by learning the words of people from many aspects of the country.
Like all failed experiments, that one taught me something I didn’t expect: one key ingredient of so-called experience is the delusional faith that it is unique and special, that those included in it are privileged and those excluded from it are missing out.