I'll stick with you baby for a thousand years.

Comfort comes into your house first as guest, then as a host, then finally as the master.

When I heard Little Richard, I mean, it just set my world on fire.

Look up here, I'm in heaven.

Bully for you, chilly for me, got to get a raincheck on pain.

My son's full real name is Duncan Zowie Haywood. As a toddler he was called by his second name Zowie. But it was such an identifiable name during the Seventies that if I called him loudly in public places, everyone would turn to stare, so I started calling him Joey to take the pressure off. It has the same sound and number of syllables as Zowie. And Joe stuck for most of his childhood. Now he has reverted to his real name, Duncan. Haywood was my father's name.

Since early middle ages when people generally taking away the barbarity of their like, were pretty content. Although it was all an illicit contentment, what with the slave systems all over the world, in England especially, the peasants and the master, etc. People were incredibly content.