Once taken by her, you glowedAnd you drank her poisons, content. Because all the stars seemed to grow, And fields had a different scent, Autumn fields.

As the future ripens in the past, so the past rots in the future --a terrible festival of dead leaves.

Without love, I'm more at ease, I'm sure. The sky is high, the mountain wind is sweeping, And all my thoughts are innocent and pure.

A town loved with bitter love.

And there he lay in his bed, a broken man, worn out by a way of life which had been thrust upon him because of the antics of a wayward pig.

At the end, you find the beginning.

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source.

The Left will destroy what is good to try to make what is perfect. That is the motto of the Left

If you get a chance, take it. If it changes your life, let it. Nobody said it'd be easy, they just promised it would be worth it.

At night, never go to bed without knowing what you'll write tomorrow.

success is 99% failure

What I do is prepare myself until I know I can do what I have to do.

T-shirt and jeans style now is where I'm at. Maybe a little rock 'n' roll T-shirt and jeans.