For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
White people get nervous and speed things up. You don't have to be in a hurry because you ain't got nothing to gain and you ain't got nothin' to lose. And that's where the groove lies.
Not every man remembers the name of the cow which supplied him with each drop of milk he has drunk.

