And so we went. And so it went. And, slowly, I began to learn: speaking in the same language does not equal communication, especially when there is a cultural divide.

I’d learned so much from traveling to familiar places that I figured I’d learn twice as much by going to a place I knew nothing about.

I looked out again at the rising moon and I let the weight of my day, my week, lift away with the rushing wind as I was blown into the depths of myself.

Somehow, we were passing the boundaries of language and finding clarity in shared thought, even if we were just talking about beer!

My professional life had started and here I was at a professional dinner full of uninhibited drinking.

There were signs everywhere but none that I could read or even hope to decipher. These multi-lined symbols unhinged my familiar world.

Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been.

Look on the bright side, " said Simon, "If they need a human sacrifice, you can always offer me. I'm not sure the rest of you qualify anyway.

The scene is France. The theater is the world.

So I took her hand, and I don't know what everybody else heard, but to me it sounded like a slow dance: a little sad, but maybe a little hopeful, too.

Strictly cop and go's until we laid in the Galapagos Eating tacos, higher than an opera note

I do not want to suggest that you have to be religious to be moral.

Painting contains a divine force which not only makes absent men present, as friendship is said to do, but moreover makes the dead seem almost alive.

Anybody can sympathise with all the sufferings of the pal, nevertheless it involves an extremely great mother nature to sympathise by using a friend's achievement.

If you keep on drinking rum, the world will soon be quit of a very dirty scoundrel!

Being a quarterback, the way I believe is there's always so much room to improve. Any little detail. I always cut up the film and try to watch what I can improve on, whatever little detail it is.