Time washes clean, love's wounds unseen.
I can't sing half as well as Claudia Lennear. Hats off to her, but somehow, things happened for me.
My feeling about school was that it interfered with my reading.
We've got blue light, we've got all this light flooding our bedrooms and things blinking, and you can't get a decent night's sleep.
Rampant eclecticism is my middle name.
When the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby, it helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky.