Who am I to blow against the wind?
I don't like fashion. It's very heartless.
Listen to the sound of silence.
I'm more interested in what I discover than what I invent.
There must be 50 ways to leave your lover.
Sail on, Silver girl Sail on by Your time has come to shine All your dreams are on their way See how they shine.
People talking without speaking,/ People listening without hearing,/ People writing songs that voices never shared.
If you were to pick a role model on the court, living or dead, what role model or composite role model would it be?
I regret that despite my apology to (Castillo) and my efforts to restore a working relationship, he chose to file a complaint.
The report says you don't show the consequences of violence, that it glorifies violence too often.
For those who thought it was going to be some kind of a snow job because it was paid for by the cable industry, it says very clearly we have to do a better job.
I was greatly reassured that she was acting in the best interest of journalists and the public.
As you look at the vote returns, I think the Senate this time ought to be able to pass a Constitutional amendment.
And so you see I have come to doubt ~~ All that I once held as true ~~ I stand alone without beliefs ~~ The only truth I know is you.
Time, time, time, See what's become of me, While I look around all my possibilities.
And every stranger's face I see Reminds me that I long to be, homeward bound.
She says, maybe these emotions are as near to love as love will ever be.
I fall to my knees, shake a rattle at the sky, I'm afraid that I'll be taken, abandoned, and forsaken in her cold coffee eyes.
She comes back to tell me she's gone. As if I didn't know that, as if I didn't know my own bed. As if I'd never noticed the way she brushed her hair from her forehead.
Hello lamp post, what ya knowin'? I come to watch your flowers growin'. Ain't you got no rhymes for me? do do do do... feelin' groovy.
She looked me over and I guess she thought I was alright. Alright in a sort of limited way for an off-night.
Yesterday, it was my birthday I hung one more year on the line I should be depressed My life's a mess But I'm Having A Good Time...
Sonny sits by his window and thinks to himself, how it's strange that some rooms are like cages, Sonny's yearbook from high school is down from the shelf and he idoly thumbs through the pages. Some have died, some have fled from themselves, or struggled from here to get there. Sonny wonders beyond his interior walls, runs his hands through his thining brown hair.
Fat Charlie the archangel files for divorce, he says, well this will eat up a year of my life, and there's all that weight to be lost.