You are too generous to trifle with me. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes are unchanged, but one word from you will silence me on this subject forever.
To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes.
A brand’s strength lies in its ability to adapt without losing its core identity.
I don’t do music for the fame, I do it for the love.
The writer must be a perpetual dissident, a professional heretic.