Men at forty Learn to close softly The doors to rooms they will not be Coming back to.

The artist will have had his revenge for being made to wait, A revenge not only necessary but right and clever-- Simply to leave him out of the scene forever.

There is no way to ease the burden. The voyage leads on from harm to harm, A land of others and of silence.

How shall I speak of Doom, and ours in special, But as of something altogether common?

Soon the purple dark must bruise Lily and bleeding-heart and rose, And the little Cupid lose Eyes and ears and chin and nose

Nostalgias were peeled from it long ago.

Go then, O my inseperable, this once more,

It is not what we have that matters

DWIGHT:Stay smart. Stay cool. It's time to prove to you're friends that you're worth a damn. Sometimes that means dying. Sometimes it means killing a whole lot of people.

I got tired of the Ramones around the time I quit and I really got into rap. I thought it was the new punk rock. LL Cool J was my biggest idol.

I know that a Christmas tree farm in Pennsylvania is about the most random place for a country singer to come from, but I had an awesome childhood.

No one would remember the Good Samaritan if he'd only had good intentions he had money as well.

Honor, without money, is a mere malady.

I start a picture and I finish it. I don't think about art while I work. I try to think about life.

I feel non-stop Brit shame!

I like being a mother. For some people, it's so much work that it can be a burden. But it's not for me, maybe because I had my daughter, Valentina, later on in life, at 41.

I like to work with people that I like hanging out with, that I admire, that are really smart and talented, and we can problem solve together.