Love cannot save you from your own fate.

Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything; it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through anyone that suits you.

Music inflames temperament.

I think of myself as an intelligent, sensitive human being with the soul of a clown which always forces me to blow it at the most important moments.

The long and winding road that leads to your door Will never disappear, I've seen that road before it always leads me here, Leads me to your door.

Twice and thrice had I loved thee, Before I knew thy face or name.

o, I believe fate smiled and destiny laughed as she came to my cradle know this child will be able laughed as she came to my mother know this child will not su…