"Country" has become a marketing term, but I see myself as a songwriter.
Have you ever wondered how nostalgia isn"t what it used to be?
Her majesty is one verb short of a sentence.
Sorry," [Hamlet] said, rubbing his temples. "I don't know what came over me. All of a sudden I had this overwhelming desire to talk for a very long time without actually doing anything.
Dead. Never been that before. Not even once.
Death, I had discovered long ago, was available in varying flavors, and none of them particularly palatable.
Apart from the faint odor of ink that pervaded the scene, it might have been real.
Henry loves my hair almost as though it is a creature unto itself, as though it has a soul to call its own, as though it could love him back.
Kiss me like you want to be loved.
My books are better thought about than read. They're insanely dull and unreadable. But they're wonderful to talk about and think about, to dip in and out of, to hold, to have on your shelf.
Without the silence that follows the chants, you get only half the story. It's like the climax of a good story. The silence is there because it exists in the music. It just needs to be exposed and acknowledged.