The friendly preacher who fails to warn of the reality of Hell, betrays the Son of God with a kiss.
How weird it was to drive streets I knew so well. What a different perspective.
I think people are sexy when they have a sense of humor, when they are smart, when they have some sense of style, when they are kind, when they express their own opinions, when they are creative, when they have character.
Writing is always personal in some way but not always in a direct way.
If language were liquid, it would be rushing in. Instead here we are in a silence more eloquent than any word could ever be.
The first song I wrote was the first song I remember thinking, "Well, maybe I can do something here. " The very first one. By the second one I knew I could do something.
I always thought that if I was popular I must be doing something wrong.
The fact is that certain ideas exist almost everywhere and at all times and can even spontaneously create themselves quite independently of migration and tradition.
Having been a cheerleader, I know all too well what these girls give up to join forces and compete.
Like an army defeated The snow hath retreated, And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill; The Ploughboy is whooping — anon — anon! There's joy in the mountains: There's life in the fountains; Small clouds are sailing, Blue sky prevailing; The rain is over and gone.
There is, in lovers, a certain infatuation of egotism; they will have a witness of their happiness, cost that witness what it may.