It's sad when people break up.

It's the singer not the song that makes the music move along.

Tough boys running the streets, come a little closer. Rough toys under the sheets, nobody knows her.

I know how it feels to be a woman because I am a woman. And I won't be classified as just a man.

Even modern English people are imperious, superior, ridden by class. All of the hypocrisy and the difficulties that are endemic in being British also make it an incredibly fertile place culturally. A brilliant place to live. Sad but true.

Once she woke with untamed lover's face between her legs, now he's cooled and stifled and it's she who has to beg.

In the midnight of a soul's unsleeping, hear the waterfall of women weeping. Hear the distant noise of traffic stalling, hear the prostituted children calling.