Sadly, I haven't been doing a lot of kissing lately.
I'm a baritone. Baritones don't mature until late.
I started out myself rather late you see, I was 18.
Walking round the Champs-Elysees late at night is the greatest time.
The first time I really listened to an album and thought, 'This album is mine,' was Kanye's 'Late Registration.'
I haven't listened to much music lately; I've been out of it.
We're bigger now than we were in the late 70s when we were peaking.
Could there be a snare in too much beauty? Could there be too much expectation of good, and too much fiath? Could ever there be too much love? And could love require lies?
Men of age object too much, consult too long, adventure too little, repent too soon, and seldom drive business home to the full period, but content themselves with a mediocrity of success.
But bid life seize the present? It lives less in the present Than in the future always, And less in both together Than in the past. The present Is too much for the senses, Too crowding, too confusing— Too present to imagine.
Mendanbar took a deep breath. “You could stay here. At the castle, I mean. With me.” This wasn’t coming out at all the way he had wanted it to, but it was too late to stop now. He hurried on, “As Queen of the Enchanted Forest, if you think yo...
Its hard to stay up. Its been a long long day And you've got the sandman at your door. But hang on, leave the TV on and lets do it anyway. Its ok. You can always sleep through work tomorrow. Ok? Hey, Hey, Tomorrow's just your future yesterday. Tell t...
Old bachelors and old maids are either too good or too bad.
What is inflated too much, will burst into fragments.
That which proves too much, proves nothing.
Who begins too much accomplishes little.
One enemy is too many; 100 friends are far too few.
Ask for too much in order to get enough.
The horse can die from too much barley.
When you're making something, you're in a different state. You go into a deep level of concentration, to the point where you're not self-conscious anymore, it's just flowing out of you.
In a lot of ways I am like a duck. I love the water; I have large, web-like feet; and I could never kill a man, unless that man tasted like soggy bread and I decided to eat him.
