The man who goes alone can start today; but he who travels with another must wait till that other is ready.

She liked his face—its lines were tight and firm, it did not have that look of loose muscles evading the responsibility of a shape, which she had learned to expect in people’s faces.

I should have no objection to go over the same life from its beginning to the end: requesting only the advantage authors have, of correcting in a second edition the faults of the first.

Music is my life, it is a reflection of what I go through.

Written By Lenny Kravitz

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