It was a time when only the dead smiled, happy in their peace.

My shadow serves as the friend I crave

You will hear thunder and remember me, and think: she wanted storms.

Italy is a dream that keeps returning for the rest of your life.

All has been looted, betrayed, sold; black death's wing flashed ahead.

It is unbearably painful for the soul to love silently.

Sunset in the ethereal waves: I cannot tell if the day is ending, or the world, or if the secret of secrets is inside me again.

You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson, And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.

Forgive me, that I manage badly, Manage badly but live gloriously, That I leave traces of myself in my songs, That I appeared to you in waking dreams.

Call me a sinner, Mock me maliciously: I was your insomnia, I was your grief.

Real tenderness can't be confused, It's quiet and can't be heard.

You came here because we do this better than you and part of that is letting our creatives be unproductive until they are.

Follow your bliss and let the magic of life happen.

It's true, we tend to write about the same thing over and over again because this is our trauma. If I had been in World War II, I might have been writing about D-Day over and over again.

If I were in a position to announce a public competition to coin a new word, I would do so right now.

A fooles bolt is soone shot.

If the current is right, one can drift to success.

I opened a restaurant that had nothing but California wines.

The world still hasn't seen the best of Sean Paul.

A lot of the bunkering is designed more to save you than it is to penalize you.

I am out of humanity's reach.