This is our moment, here at the cross-roads of time. Time is relentless and as the past dissappears, we're on the verge of all things new.

There ain't much future for a man who works the sea, there ain't no island left for islanders like me.

They say that these are not the best of times, but they're the only times I've ever known. And I believe there is a time for meditation in cathedrals of our own. Now I have seen that sad surrender in my lovers eyes...and I can only stand apart and sympathize...for we are only what our situations hand us...it's either sadness or euphoria.

You want to give people a reason to hate my guts more? I'm making more money.

Have you listened to the radio lately? Have you heard the canned, frozen and processed product being dished up to the world as American popular music today?

Lawrence of Arabia, British Beatlemania.

Some people stay away from the door for the chance of it opening up.