People Vote Against Their Own Interests That All The Time. But When You Do The Polling In The U.s., It Has Gone From Less Than 50 Percent Who Thought Climate Change Was Real To 70-odd Percent. And If You Listen To The Republicans In Congress, They Used To Say, "oh, Climate Change Doesn't Exist." Then They Switched To "well, It Exists, But It's Not Man-made," To "well, I'm Going To Address The Issue." Why? Because When They Go Home, The Local Constituent Says, "wait A Second. What Are You Talking About? We Just Had A Flood. We Haven't Had Rain In A Long Time." They Can't Get Away From It.
The Rain Is Coming. Little Sister, The Night Broke. The Thunder Cracked My Brain Finally. The Rain Is Coming, I Promise You. I Didn’t Mean To But Your Tears Will Bring Life Back. Purple Flowers Grow, The Colour Blood Looks In The Veins. They’ll Sprout Out Of My Chest. I Promise You They’ll Crack The Ground, Grow Over The Freeways, Down The Slopes To The Sea. I’ll Be In Their Faces. I’ll Be In The Waves, Coming Down From The Sky. I’ll Be Inside The One Who Holds You. And Then I Won’t Be.
The Circus Tent Was Flowing Pale In The Rain Like A Fleshy Flower Lit From Within. It Seemed To Bloom In The Downpour. Drops Of Rain Caught On Rafe's Eyelashes, Blinding Him As The Circus Light Struck Them. He Groped For The Flap, That Slit In The Fabric That Would Reveal Her To Him. She Was On The Rope Again, Her Skirt Flashing With Tiny Mirrors, Hair Braided With Petals. He Looked Up At Her, Dizzy With It, Seeing Her Face Framed In The Parasol. There Were Bluish Shadows Around Her Eyes.
When I Left Drama School, There Were Dozens Of Rep Theatres You Could Apply To Where You Got A Good Training.
With Every Obstacle That Has Happened To Me In My Life, My Brain Immediately Says, ‘where Is The Hidden Blessing?’ In Starting A Business And Growing A Business, Every Day Is Learning How To Manage Obstacles.
For Where'er The Sun Does Shine, And Where'er The Rain Does Fall, Babe Can Never Hunger There, Nor Poverty The Mind Appall.
I Am More Famed In Heaven For My Works Than I Could Well Conceive. In My Brain Are Studies & Chambers Filled With Books & Pictures Of Old, Which I Wrote And Painted In Ages Of Eternity Before My Mortal Life; And Whose Works Are The Delight & Study Of Archangels. Why, Then, Should I Be Anxious About The Riches Or Fame Of Mortality?
I Didn't Need It [formal Training], Because I've Got The Best Taste In The World.
A Lot Of Blues Guitarists Play With Only Three Fingers, And They Can't Figure Out Certain Runs That Require The Use Of Their Little Fingers. Classical Training Is Good For That.
