Night can swallow you up, yet none of it touches you. Around any corner, there's a promise of something daring and ideal and things are just getting going. There's something obscenely joyful behind every door, either that or somebody crying with their head in in their hands. A lazy rhythm looms in the dreamy air and the atmosphere pulsates with bygone duels, past-life romance, comrades requesting comrades to aid them in some way. You can't see it, but you know it's there

I think women rule the world and that no man has ever done anything that a woman either hasn't allowed him to do or encouraged him to do.

The woman I love she got a prize fighter nose, cauliflower ears and a run in her hose.

People have different emotional levels. Especially when you're young.

The walls of pride are high and wide, can't see over to the other side.

Gold will never free your father, the price, my dear, is you instead.

People seldom do what they believe in. They do what is convenient, then repent.