The Music Was My Friend, My Lover,

Some People Cannot See A Good Thing When It Is Right Here, Right Now. Others Can Sense A Good Thing Coming When It Is Days, Months, Or Miles Away.

A Bizarre Sensation Pervades A Relationship Of Pretense. No Truth Seems True.

You Can Never Be Great At Anything Unless You Love It.

Each Child Belongs To All Of Us And They Will Bring Us A Tomorrow In Direct Relation To The Responsibility We Have Shown To Them.

Few, If Any, Survive Their Teens. Most Surrender To The Vague But Murderous Pressure Of Adult Conformity.