I was in Paris at an English-language bookstore. I picked up a volume of Dickinson's poetry. I came back to my hotel read 2 000 of her poems and immediately began composing in my head. I wrote down the melodies even before I got to a piano.
It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.
Never tell people how to do things. Tell them what to do and they will...
Americans play to win at all times. I wouldn't give a hoot and hell for a man...
No bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making the...
From your silken hair to your delicate feet you are perfection to me....
Until they put that sand and dirt in my face I will not sit in church all...
God has no religion.