Aus / Out Erhebt euch / Rise Fenster / Window Handlung / Plot Hof / Yard Kommen Sie / Come Langsam / Slowly Mir / Me Schauend / Looking Schreibtisch / Desk Sitzen / Sit Verstand / Mind Warten / Waiting Zimmer / Room
When we start to write for a new record, we never really know what we're doing. We don't come into the room with a set of ideas, but miraculously, a song comes out of it.
I don't mind doing the Who tours when they come along but I want to get out there and play.
Winning the Rookie of the Year would be nice but making the playoffs would be even nicer for me.
No matter what, people grow. If you chose not to grow, you're staying in a small box with a small mindset. People who win go outside of that box. It's very simple when you look at it.
The idea that I'm going to have to sit down to write some fiction where I'm going to have to think of a plot would really scare me, because it would come out a mess.
The man for whom time stretches out painfully is one waiting in vain, disappointed at not finding tomorrow already continuing yesterday.
I never really have to sit at a desk thinking, 'What should I do now?' It doesn't work like that for me, and it never has. My thinking process is constant.
Very simple ideas lie within the reach only of complex minds.
But our waking life, and our growing years, were for the most part spent in the kitchen, and until we married, or ran away, it was the common room we shared.
