I've forgotten most of what I've read and, frankly, it never seemed very important to me or to the world.
Games are nature's most beautiful creation
Who could have foretold the heart grows old from touching others
She was made of flesh and eyelashes.
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?
When you're younger, you do have that thing that you were talking about where the mouth goes dry. I mean you have reactions, and you do fall in love.