My parents don't approve of my girlfriend.

They stole my lover and all the colors of happiness.

Sorry baby, but I had to say it.

1981 بغداد حبيبتي يهود العراق، ذكريات وشجون .

As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters. Beloved

You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.

As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.

Thou art all fair, my love there is no spot in thee.

I have compared you, my love, to a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.

I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.

Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves. Beloved

My beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.

You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.

Behold, thou art fair, my love behold, thou art fair thou hast doves' eyes.

My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.

The fig tree ripens her green figs. The vines are in blossom. They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away. Lover

The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

My daughter the day we got it, I was tucking her in and I said, Honey, you're my treasure.

Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead.

Behold, thou art fair, my love behold, thou art fair thou hast doves' eyes within thy locks thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.

They could be communist, they could be liberal, they could be fascist or Islamic.

The time it was Chris Connor singing Lush Life how it brought back my college sweetheart, my first real love, who till I left her played the same record.

I was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled for my head is filled with dew, and my hair with the dampness of the night.

I sleep, but my heart waketh it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.

Would you rather be fat and ugly or thin and sexy?

And the fax said, there should be songs, there should be an I want song, there should be a happy village song, there should be a love story and there should be a villain.

And as I said, the theory must be biologically accurate, it must be testable, and you must be able to build it.

You re either playful or you re serious, and you can t be both.

And it can be fun! That's the point of this talk it needn't be sterile. It needn't be bureaucratically untenable.

Now, it could have killed us off. It could have killed us off, and maybe it nearly did, but you see, we don't know.

She wanted to be a teacher.

Good to be here.

You have to be patient.

You ought to be ashamed.

Sometimes love means you need to be firm, but you can do so lovingly.

Though the authors expected the two factor theory to be the most effective, it actually proved to be deleterious in outcome.

Some would have preferred that it be stronger, others that it be more proactive.

Israel, as founding father David Ben Gurion warned, can be a Jewish state, it can be a democratic state, and it can be a state occupying the whole of historical Israel but it cannot be all three.

You should try to be more polite.

I stress that development must be sustainable.

The idea that art can actually evaluate the relationship between what it means to be in a picture, and what it means to be in a space. What is the difference?

You've got to have vision.

You cannot be serious.

You can't be serious.