I have my books and my poetry to protect me
These are the days of miracle and wonder.
I met my old lover on the street last night, she seemed glad to see me.
There are two sorts of people in the world: Those who listen and those who are thinking about what they are going to say next.
The only time that love is an easy game is when two other people are playing it.
When I began making my own albums, the songs became funkier. They were more about the streets.