There is no limit to the power of loving.
I've come to recognize songwriting as something that I do, and I want to be good at that. At that craft, if you like. I want to practice it.
That rock and roll, eh? That rock and roll, it just won't go away. It might hibernate from time to time, sink back into the swap. I think the cyclical nature of the universe in which it exists demands that acquiesce to some of its rules. But it's always waiting there, just around the corner, ready to make its way back through the sludge and smash through the glass ceiling, looking better than ever. Yeah, that rock and roll, it seems like it's faded away sometimes, but it will never die. And there's nothing you can do about it
I think each thing in a way acts as a stepping - stone for whatever the next thing is.
I can't draw. I'm good on the yo-yo, but I don't draw.
A lot of peopletell me I'm a bit dreamy, but I like the idea of that. Of being somewhere else.
You spend your time thinking about that and you get lost in reflection.
We don't really have favorite positions. Its mostly just playing the game that we love.
O German mother dreaming by the fire, While you are knitting socks to send your son His face is trodden deeper in the mud.
I hadn't fallen through his arms. He was ripped from mine.
Seth laughed when he saw me. “Hey,” I said, poking him with my foot, “be nice. ” “I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen you look anything less than…” He paused, playing with word choice. “Well-planned. ” “Why, you silver-tongued romantic devil. That is the look I usually go for. Other women go for sexy or chic or beautiful. But me? Well-planned all the way. ” “You know what I mean. Besides, unplanned isn’t a bad look for you. Not bad at all. ” His voice sounded deliciously low and dangerous, and something ignited between us as we held each other’s eyes.