Stars shining bright above you Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you" Birds singing in the sycamore tree Dream a little dream of me

I'd rather be lonely than happy with somebody else.

All God's Chillun got Rhythm.

She always, She always wanted to express herself but no one cared, So she stopped, She was crushed, Stiff & lifeless, Like everything else.

Now that I've let go of my story, I can let go of my life.

...avacados, prickly pears and papayas used to be gulped down whole, seeds and all, by fridge-sized armadillos called glyptodonts.

I saw myself dancing alone, always alone,

A talent somewhat above mediocrity, shrewd and not too sensitive, is more likely to rise in the world than genius.

Lukewarm people call 'radical' what Jesus expected of all His followers.

He was so far from the gallant knights in her romantic fantasies...He was tarnished, scarred, imperfect.

Gold makes the ugly beautiful.

I'm not a politician. I don't pretend to be a politician. I'm an independent.

You have to lose yourself to find yourself.