Music's been around a long time, and there's going to be music long after Ray Charles is dead. I just want to make my mark, leave something musically good behind. If it's a big record, that's the frosting on the cake, but music's the main meal.
Chicks before dicks, and all that.
Dark and Dangerous. And all mine.
I can't live without my smartphone, but I really geek on coding. It's not so much technology that I like, but puzzle solving.
His smile was like lightning in the darkness, blinding and beautiful and mysterious, and I wanted him so badly it was physically painful.
I kicked off my shoes and pulled his hand away from the wheel so I could straddle his lap and hold him. His grip on me was excruciatingly tight, but I didn't complain. We were on an insanely busy street, with endless cars rumbling past on one side and a crush of pedestrians on the other, but neither of us cared. He was shaking violently, as if he were sobbing uncontrollably, but he made no sound and shed no tears. The sky cried for him, the rain coming down hard and angry, steaming off the ground.
I'm an animal with you," he murmured. "I want to mark you. I want to possess you so completely there's no separation between us.
The past is dead; let it bury its dead, its hopes and its aspirations; before you lies the future-a future full of golden promise.
I was a complete mod and had to wear mod clothes and have a Beatle haircut, and I tried to talk in a Liverpool accent.
The worker puts his life into the object; but now it no longer belongs to him, it belongs to the object.
The devil helps his servants for a season; but when they get into a pinch; he leaves them in the lurch.