I always looked at magazines. Ever since I was little I was obsessed with Elle magazine and the models. I would watch the model TV shows, like the specials on Milla Jovovich.
Somewhere there must one Made for this soul, to move it.
Jolly boating weather, And a hay harvest breeze, Blade on the feather, Shade off the trees.
Your chilly stars I can forgo, this warm kind world is all I know.
But you go to a great school, not for knowledge so much as for arts and habits; for the habit of attention, for the art of expression, for the art of assuming at a moment's notice a new intellectual posture, for the art of entering quickly into another person's thoughts, for the habit of submitting to censure and refutation, for the art of indicating assent or dissent in graduated terms, for the habit of regarding minute points of accuracy, for the habit of working out what is possible in a given time, for taste, for discrimination, for mental courage and mental soberness.
All beauteous things for which we live By laws of space and time decay. But Oh, the very reason why I clasp them, is because they die.
They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead, They brought me bitter news to hear, and bitter tears to shed.
Blues was my first love. It was the first thing where I said, 'Oh man, this is the stuff. ' It just sounded so raw and honest, gut-bucket honest. From then I started rebelling.
I have always said that often the religion you were born with becomes more important to you as you see the universality of truth.
The first object of my endeavours was the means to become perfect and happy.
Though there is not always grace where there is the fear of hell, yet, to be sure, there is no grace where there is no fear of God.