She knows I'm a deserter from the Scottish Fusiliers, She knows I stole a blind-man's can...that got me seven years! She knows I've been connected with a gang of West-End Pests, And the police have had me twice inside the cage; And she knows I mix with ladies that have got a shady past, But my mother doesn't know I'm on the stage.
Billy BennettRelated topics
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There's an emptiness inside her
And she'd do anything to fill it in.
And though it's red blood bleeding from her now,
It's more like cold blue ice in her heart.
She feels like kicking out all the windows,
And setting fire to this life.
She could change everything about her using colors bold and bright,
But all the colors mix together - to grey.
Dave Matthews
Dolphins read each other's emotions by sonar and it's the inside of the body, the configuration of the viscera, that lets dolphins know whether the dolphin they are meeting is tense or happy. Their emotions are much more connected with the insides of each other's bodies. We don't have that. It's like denying 90% of what we are physically, not knowing it.
David Cronenberg
Even though there's a massive amount of people of colour now living in Scotland...this country is 30 or 40 years behind any other English city in terms of racial attitudes and integration. There's no proper acknowledgement of the slave trade and how many Scottish cities were founded on money from that. Our children are just not taught that history.
Jackie Kay
The male is just a bundle of conditioned reflexes, is incapable of a mentally free response, is tied to his early conditioning, is determined completely by his past experiences. His earliest experiences are with his mother, and he is throughout his life tied to her. It never becomes completely clear to the male that he is not part of his mother, that he is him and she is her.
Valerie Solanas
Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.
Stephen King
