I believe in the mystery, and I don't want to take it any further than that. Maybe what I mean by that is love.
We have our own little heartbeat, too. We already have what I would call polyrhythms going on.
In your twenties, everything makes you crazy.
The first drum beat we all heard was our mother.
Going first is courageous. I'm just talking on a spirit level now.
Why is there such passion for any sort of gossipy, provocative sensual stuff? It sells!