Engel / Angel Heiß / Hot Hölle / Hell Liebe / Love Rein / Pure Schwarz / Black Süss / Sweet Teufel / Devil
I don't blame it on the Hell's Angels. I blame it on the people who were there.
Anyone looking for a black cashmere sweater isn't going to come to me.
Sure, I look like a white man. But my heart is as black as anyone's here.
Then the Angels came in 1961, and I fell in love with them.
We just love Denver. The love and support from people here is amazing.
The abuse dies in a day, but the denial slays the life of the people, and entombs the hope of the race.
O love, if I regret the age when one savors you, it is not for the hour of pleasure, but for the one that follows it.
We have to make sure the Hell the veterans come home from is not the Hell they come back to.
For Devil's Backbone I loved it but I felt very pressured but so I was neurotic on the shoot.
