beware women grownoldwho were neveranything butyoung

crawled like a blind slug into the web

I am sick with caring.

One last song. One last turn. One last street. no matter how hard you try to keep hold of a day, it's going to leave you

We used to wonder where war lived, what it was that made it so vile. And now we realize that we know where it lives... inside ourselves.

In the final analysis, you always get paid for your results.

You stars that reigned at my nativity, whose influence hath allotted death and hell.

It's crazy to see people having tattooed my lyrics on their body, and quite frankly writing is just an outlet for my voice and getting it out there.

Everybody eats, everybody learns to cook

Is this the reality you wanted?!

Customers pay only for what is of use to them and gives them value. Nothing else constitutes quality.

The trout in yonder wimpling burn - That glides, a silver dart, - And, safe beneath the shady thorn, - Defies the anglers art.

Taste everything, but swallow only what fits.