When the rose is gone and the garden faded you will no longer hear the nightingale's song. The beloved is all; the lover just a veil. The beloved is living; the lover a dead thing. If love withholds its strengthening care, the lover is left like a bird without care, the lover is left like a bird without wings. How will I be awake and aware if the light of the beloved is absent? Love wills that this word be brought forth.
In television, everything is gone with the speed of light, literally. It is no field for anybody with intimations of immortality.
I am actually not a supporter of trump, i've gone on the record multiple times saying that. I tweeted that a few years ago – a couple of years ago? And you know it was – my fans were quick to enlighten me about why I shouldn't be a supporter. ...When I am performing I will I'll do throwback songs, but I don't really go that route.