I had wanted to say that my song was far too painful to sing.

The world changes, we do not, therein lies the irony that kills us.

I loved words. I love to sing them and speak them and even now, I must admit, I have fallen into the joy of writing them.

I don't like myself you know. I love myself. I'm devoted to myself till my dying day. But I don't like myself.

My life's been too much of a self-created vocation. And there are times when I think I've done everything in the name of defiance.

Roman influence seeds itself, sprouting mighty oaks right through the modern forest of computers, digital disks, microviruses and space satellites.

When we love and want nothing but good for that person, it's one of the greatest gifts we possess.