As the mist leaves no scar On the dark green hill So my body leaves no scar On you and never will
You have money, fame, youth, beauty, talent. That's a good start... for feeling good.
Get ready for the future: it is murder.
It's inappropriate for an elderly chap to register, you know, authentically, his feelings, you know, because they really can be interpreted. So you have to get quite covert as you get older. Or you have to find some avuncular way, you know, of responding.
I want to be paid for my work, not work for my pay.
The art of longing's over, and it's never coming back.