But the disparaging of those we love always alienates us from them to some extent. We must not touch our idols; the gilt comes off in our hands.
One mustn't ask apple trees for oranges, France for sun, women for love, life for happiness.
I had love for Breakout; I had love for Bambaataa. I had love for Kool Herc.
By jove, no wonder women don't love war nor understand it, nor can operate in it as a rule; it takes a man to suffer what other men have invented.
Remember: Always walk in the light. And if you feel like you're not walking in it, go find it. Love the light.
I don't want to live. I want to love first, and live incidentally.
It is in the thirties that we want friends. In the forties we know they won't save us any more than love did.
After all, life hasn't much to offer except youth, and I suppose for older people, the love of youth in others.
Just don't give up trying to do what you really want to do. Where there is love and inspiration, I don't think you can go wrong.
I love to cook. I make an award-winning turkey chili.
Those who love deeply never grow old; they may die of old age, but they die young.
I really love the internet. They say chat-rooms are the trailer park of the internet but I find it amazing.
I'd love to try my hand at something else.
I would love to have children, yes. Maybe even adopt them. I'm not sure that I should pass on my genes.
I'm a live performer and I love playing live.