Besitzen / Possess Beweis / Proof Ding / Thing Erde / Earth Ewig / Eternal Geist / Spirit Höchste / Highest Ja wirklich / Really Liebe / Love Welche / Which
Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.
This whole motherhood thing has really been, like, back to work from the get-go. It's sort of a balance.
He who possesses art and science has religion; he who does not possess them, needs religion.
Love is a mess, at best, and I figure it can be very real in spite of all the things people try to attach to it.
I love things that people hate. I hate middle-of-the-road stuff. It never really interests me.
Men always do leave off really thinking, when the last bit of wild animal dies in them.
How I set myself apart is by creating the sort of real and honest music, which is who I'm also trying to be.
A proof of really great art is that it is generally true - it seldom falls into the misapprehensions to which minor art is liable.
I love curves; I'm all about curves. I don't have many, which is really sad, but I think the more the better.
