Music, at its essence, is what gives us memories. And the longer a song has existed in our lives, the more memories we have of it.
Clearly, love is love, between a man and a woman, a woman and a man, a woman and a woman and a man and a man.
Heaven help the roses if the bombs begin to fall
I know there are thousands of images of me.
The Lord that I serve says the impossible is unacceptable.
Did you know that true love asks for nothing?