I’ll be marching through the morning, Marching through the night, Moving 'cross the borders Of My Secret Life.

We're always experiencing joy or sadness. But there are lots of people who've closed down. And there are times in one's life when one has to close down just to regroup.

It's time that we began to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.

We're in a world where there's famine and hunger and people are dodging bullets and having their nails pulled out in dungeons so it's very hard for me to place any high value on the work that I do to write a song. Yeah, I work hard but compared to what?

We do what only lovers can: make a gift out of necessity.

The moon is swimming naked and the summer night is fragrant with a mighty expectation of relief.

Dear Hitler Take away the torches I'm not guilty I had to have this