After all we did for Britain, selling that corduroy and making it swing, all we got was a bit of tin on a piece of leather.

After all we did for Britain, selling that corduroy and making it swing, all we got was a bit of tin on a piece of leather.

It takes a certain amount of time and faith to accept or to realize that there is no difference between Him and His name, to get to the point where you're no longer mystified by where He is. You know, like, "Is He around here?" You realize after some time, "Here He is - right here!" It's a matter of practice.

Once you realize something, then you can't pretend you don't know it any more.

I didn't notice him coming, but he didn't seem to be looking for an autograph signature

You've got as many lives as you like, and more, even ones you don't want.

All things must pass.