He was fast becoming the excitement of a tomorrow I never used to look forward to.

Like the perfect collision of oils on a canvas. She was a walking piece of art. Words and all.

He was desire, and I was his prisoner, chained up by his kisses. Submissive to his touch.

Hope is an anchor for the soul.

I like whiskey. I always did, and that is why I never drink it.

One loses so many laughs by not laughing at oneself.

God works, and therefore we work; God is with- us, and therefore we are with God, and stand on His side.

Let’s make plans,” I ventured. And Sofia smiled and said, “No, let’s leave it to chance.

All souls do not reach enlightenment. Some souls reach a certain point and stay there. Some souls actually decline and go into different cycles.

I didn't understand how to get a practice space or buy gear - I never thought I could do any of that - let alone get in front of people and play the songs.

If people were silent, nothing would change.

Where politics is concerned, I think poets have to be pragmatists, philosophical pragmatists.

There is nothing like playing at Wimbledon; you can feel the footprints of the legends of the game-men and women-that have graced those courts.