Some People Love So Hard That They

Before I Look Stupid And Not Know What A Word Means Or How To Pronounce It, I'll Stop The Whole Production, "hey, Real Quick, Guys. Define This Word For Me. Somebody."

I'm Not Going To Stop Having Problems.

I Feel Like Whatever You've Done In Your Career, Good Or Bad, It's Nothing But Preparation For The Big Events To Come.

The Racehorses Assemble At The Starting Barrier In All The Finery Of A Mediaeval Pageant, The Jockeys In Silks Like Figures From A Tarot Pack, The Bookies In Leather And Tweeds Standing Beside Their Boards Each Confident That The Future Has Been Controlled.

People Don't Want Drama 365 Days A Year. I'm A Sense Of Relief; It's My Job To Take Your Mind Off What's Bad For That Brief Second You're In The Room With Me, Regardless Of Shape, Race, Colour Or Anything. It Brings People Together, And It Makes Me Feel Good About What I'm Doing.