My heart is broken in the face of the stupidity of my species.
Heaven's full of astronauts and the Lord's on death row.
I liked playing in small clubs. I really liked holding the attention of thirty or forty people. I never liked the roar of the big crowd.
Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning, and the first thing that I knew there was milk and toast and honey and a bowl of oranges, too.
I learned from admiration and osmosis.
Let light hearts remake us.