I am still praying for revolution.

i do it for the joy it brings because i'm a joyful girl because the world owes me nothing and we owe each other the world

How come I can pick my ears, but not my nose? Who made up that rule anyway? How can you say that's the way it is, that's just the way it goes, why don't you decide fore yourself what you can do?

One of my rules is: Never TRY to do anything. Just do it.

Up up up up up up points the spire of the steeple but god's work isn't done by god it's done by people

We barely have time to react in this world, let alone rehearse.

And thoughts of no other man but you could possibly get through the picket lines to enter into my mind.