I Don't Believe In Yesterday.

Now, In The Sixties We Were Naive, Like Children. Everybody Went Back To Their Rooms And Said 'we Didn't Get A Wonderful World Of Just Flowers And Peace And Happy Chocolate, And It Won't Be Just Pretty And Beautiful All The Time,' And Just Like Babies Everyone Went Back To Their Rooms And Sulked. 'we're Going To Stay In Our Rooms And Play Rock And Roll And Not Do Anything Else, Because The World's A Nasty Horrible Place, Because It Didn't Give Us Everything We Cried For.' Right? Crying For It Wasn't Enough.

Mother, You Had Me, But I Never Had You.

If Everyone Could Just Be Happy With Themselves And The Choices People Around Them Make, The World Would Instantly Be A Better Place!

I Wouldn't Say I Was A Born Writer; I'm A Born Thinker.

How Can I Go Forward When I Don't Know Which Way I'm Facing?