Beauty walks a razors edge, someday I'll make it mine.

There's beauty in the silver singing river There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky But none of these and nothing else can match the beauty That I remember in my true love's eyes

Trying to create a next world war, he found a promoter who nearly fell off the floor, he said I never engaged in this kind of thing before, but yes I think it can be very easily done.

How many roads must a developer walk down, before they accept the amenities package?

Satan will give you a little taste, then he'll move in with rapid speed.

Bob Dylan wrote in his elliptical memoir, Chronicles: Volume One, he was washed up in the 1980s, no longer a commercial success, and no longer putting out good work.

Love is all there is, it makes the world go around. Love and only love, it can't be denied.