A cloudburst doesn't last all day. . .

We don't belong here, but in the spiritual sky: As l'm fated for the material world, Get frustrated in the material world, Senses never gratified, Only swelling like a tide, That could drown me in the material world.

We were the Spice Boys.

I do believe in growing old gracefully, and when the time comes that I would look silly performing on stage, I'll be prepared to give it up without regrets.

My life belongs to me, my love belongs to those who can see it.

The Christianity that had come in my life as a child was all this idea that you're never going to see God. It's like hypocrisy, in a way.

The action that I've started, sometime I'll have to face. My influence in motion, rebounding back through space.