This morning of the small snow I count the blessings the leak in the faucet which makes of the sink time the drop of the water on water.
I don't live for poetry. I live far more than anybody else does.
I knew however that the next morning after the fight I would have to get...
It's sort of a feeling of power onstage. It's really the ability to make people smile or just to turn them one way or another for that duration of time and for it to have some effect later on. I don't really think it's power... it's the goodness.
