One Man's Ceiling Is Another

There Are Two Sorts Of People In The World: Those Who Listen And Those Who Are Thinking About What They Are Going To Say Next.

I See A Correlation Between Short Stories And Songs, Because Of Their Length And For What They're Meant To Evoke. Combine Certain Words With Melodies And It All Becomes Very Moving.

Believing I Had Supernatural Powers, I Slammed Into A Brick Wall.

Having A Track Record To Live Up To And The History Of Successes Had Become A Hindrance. It Becomes Harder To Break Out Of What People Expect You To Do.

It's Outrageous To Line Your Pockets Off The Misery Of The Poor; It's Outrageous, The Crimes Some Human Beings Must Endure.