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I'm Not A Big Fan Of The Rock And Roll Hall Of Fame. It's Just A Personal Thing, Not An Ego Thing.

No, Now He Didn't Want To Let Himself Get Too Close Because He Knew It Wasn't Going To Last. Good Stuff Never Lasted. Change Would Come And Wipe It Away, And What Was The Point? It Hurt Too Much Every Time It Was Ripped Away And He Was Getting Tired Of Losing Pieces Of Himself. Pretty Soon There Wouldn't Be Much Left, Just Scraps Of Gristle And Bone Without Feeling. He Didn't Need That

Foolish Heart, Hear Me Calling. Stop Before You Start Falling. Foolish Heart, Heed My Warning; You've Been Wrong Before. Don't Be Wrong Anymore.

We Have Focused Only On The Negatives, And Not Enough On Incredible Stories Of The Human Spirit And Of Rebirth And Rebuilding. That's Equally Important As The Tragedy.

Teaching Is The Highest Art; Before The Doctor, There Was A Teacher.