Love that I bear within my breast how is my armour melted how my heart
Maybe someday you will understand, that something for nothing is everybody's plan.
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.
A politician is just like a pickpocket; it's almost impossible to get him to reform.
There are times where excessive innocence seems so monstrous that it becomes hateful.
We are going backwards in a field that’s supposed to be all about moving forward
You know I'm bad, I'm bad. You know it.