All of my favourite albums have this incredible amount of conceptual glue to them, even if they are not telling a story.
Do not pass by the oasis without stopping to drink.
If there is one thing I've learned in my short life, it's this: Never repress anything.
It seems to me a measure of the true perversity of the human race, that one of its very few reliably pleasurable activities should be the subject of so much hysteria and repression.
Comely was the town by the curving river that they dismantled in a year's time. Beautiful was Colleton in her last spring as she flung azaleas like a girl throwing rice at a desperate wedding. In dazzling profusion, Colleton ripened in a gauze of sweet gardens and the town ached beneath a canopy of promissory fragrance.
Buried under the biggest burden is a good place to find an even bigger blessing.
People are more concerned about the economy then these ridiculous concerns as to gender inequity in society, as manifested in marriages, in the mental health system, and then in literature.
Christ means Krishna, love of Godhead, Who has His face annointed with tilak.