I Was Impossible. I Don't Know How

Out Of All Those Millions And Millions Of Planets Floating Around There In Space, This Is Our Planet, This Is Our Little One, So We Just Got To Be Aware Of It And Take Care Of It.

In The End, The Love You Take Is Equal To The Love You Make.

I Feel That If I Said Anything About John, I Would Have To Sit Here For Five Days And Say It All. Or I Don't Want To Say Anything.

I Think People Who Create And Write, It Actually Does Flow-just Flows From Into Their Head, Into Their Hand, And They Write It Down. It's Simple.

But With Writers, There's Nothing Wrong With Melancholy. It's An Important Color In Writing.