You must be vulnerable to be sensitive to reality. And to be vulnerable is just another way of saying that one has nothing more to lose. I don't have anything but darkness to lose.
If I lived my life by what others were thinkin', the heart inside me would've died.
I saw him making love to you, you forgot to close the garage door.
You can't be happy by doing something groovy.
Good and bad, I define these terms, quite clear, no doubt, somehow.
I've been sitting down studying the Art of Love. I think it will fit me like a glove.