I agonize over things like this - the order of things, section titles, all this architectural sort of stuff. Takes me years to figure out.
Unjustly men hate death, which is the greatest defence against their many ills.
He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.
I would rather be ignorant than knowledgeable of evils.
Oh, it is easy for the one who stands outside the prison-wall of pain to exhort and teach the one who suffers.
The anvil of justice is planted firm, and fate who makes the sword does the forging in advance.
Self-will in the man who does not reckon wisely is by itself the weakest of all things.
I was working with Toby Gad, who spent a lot of time in India. There's a sitar [in "Body Shop"] and the song has a very Indian flavor to it. I liked the idea of the body of a car as a kind of sexual metaphor - What you do to a car, what you do in a car - drive. So, lots of innuendos, and lots of fun.
It ain't no sin to be glad you're alive.
It's in my nature to feel, 'I could be this! This could be mine!'
The white fathers told us: I think, therefore I am. The black goddess within each of us - the poet - whispers in our dreams: I feel, therefore I can be free.