Your presence was shore where I rested<br> released from the hoodoo of that dance, where I spoke<br> with my true voice again.
Suicidal glory is the luxury of the irresponsible.
The world demands I make good choices on no information, and then blames my maidenhood for my mistakes, as if my maidenhood were responsible for my ignorance. Ignorance is not stupidity, but it might as well be. And I do not like feeling stupid.
Surely only correct understanding could lead to correct action.
The real unforgivable acts are committed by calm men in beautiful green silk rooms, who deal death wholesale, by the shipload, without lust, without anger, or desire, or any redeeming emotion to excuse them but cold fear of some pretended future. But the crimes they hope to prevent in that future are imaginary. The ones they commit in the present - they are real.
Well, what is a blessing but a curse from another point of view?
A stunning first impression was not the same thing as love at first sight. But surely it was an invitation to consider the matter.
I conceive the essential task of religion to be "to develop the consciences, the ideals, and the aspirations of mankind".
I just started to understand my craft, what I wanted to do as an artist. It's just a growing process. Figuring out exactly what I wanted to do and obviously I toured a whole bunch. I did a lot of song writing for other people and then just settled back into my zone.
she's wondering how many women are walking around this world feeling the tingling of their amputated wings remembering what it was to fly to sing
The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns.
Your presence was shore where I rested released from the hoodoo of that dance, where I spoke with my true voice again.