Temptation out of reach does you no good.
If I had a reed made of lightening I could blow the sax all night. . . I don't know where one would acquire a reed made of lightening but I would imagine that Bill Clinton has one.
There is nothing wrong with loving the crap out of everything. Negative people find their walls. So never apologize for your enthusiasm. Never. Ever. Never.
They don't make coats for this kind of cold
I kiss her mouth and I know. . . for everything there is a word. . . for everything but this.
When I'm in New York, I just want to walk down the street and feel this thing like I'm in a movie.
I want to make sure I'm with a girl that's a good kisser, and that when I wake up, I have coffee and a cigarette. That's all I really want out of life. That, and world domination.
Reggae is music of love. It has joy and pain, but it feels good.
There are magic moments, involving great physical fatigue and intense motor excitement, that produce visions of people known in the past. As I learned later from the delightful little book of the Abbé de Bucquoy, there are also visions of books as yet unwritten.
It was the sheer variety of the pain that stopped me from crying out. It came from so many places, spoke so many languages, wore so many dazzling varieties of ethnic costume, that for a full fifteen seconds I could only hang my jaw in amazement.
I remember my friends at primary and secondary school admiring my work and even paying me money for some of my pieces.