America Is So Caught Up In This

I Read A Comment That Made Me Think I Should Stop Singing For A While. And I Didn't Want To Stop Singing, Because It Was The Only Thing I Loved. At First I Thought, "maybe I'll Get Better And Eventually Please The Person Who Wrote About My Singing." But Then I Thought, "i Probably Will Never Please This Person. I Should Just Do What Pleases Me."

Even If The Whole Human Race Dies Off Because We Keep Fighting And Killing Each Other And Being Heartless, The Planet Will Take Care Of Itself. Eventually, After Millions Of Years, It Will Cleanse Itself, And New Life Forms, Maybe Better Ones, Will Come. Meanwhile, We'll Have Gotten Exactly What We Deserved: Annihilation.

When I Started In This [music] Business, I Had A Dream, But It Was Amorphous, And I Had No Experience. I Just Had A Fuzzy Notion Of What Life Would Be Like If I Became What I Pictured.

Twenty-seven People Sang 'wind Beneath My Wings' Before I Got Around To It. A Lot Of People Saw The Movie That I Sang It In, Beaches, And What They Came Away With Was That Song. They Turned To Their Loved Ones And Said, 'you Know, You Are The Wind Beneath My Wings!' The Song Expressed How They Felt In A Way A Simple 'i Love You' Would Not Have.

If Sex Is Such A Natural Phenomenon, How Come There Are So Many Books On How To Do It?