Women read each other at a single glance.
Walkin' through the leaves fallin' from the trees, Feelin' like a stranger nobody sees.
You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.
All the money you made will never buy back your soul.
He did ten years in Attica, reading Nietzsche and Wilhelm Reich.
The dirt of gossip blows into my face and the dust rumors cover me. But if the arrow is straight and the point is slick, it can pierce through dust no matter how thick.
You have to work out where your place is. And who you are. But we're all spirit. That's all we are, we're just walking dressed up in a suit of skin, and we're going to leave that behind.
Music is the doorway that has led me to drawing, photography, and writing.
The white man gets all the best catchphrases!
Without music, there is not the faintest chance [Bob Dylan] words would now be garlanded as they are.
I believe in fate and what's meant to be mine will be mine, and if it's not in my lap, then it's not mine.