One winter morning Peter woke up and looked out the window. Snow had fallen during the night. It covered everything as far as he could see.

...my heart is a desolate field over which geese vee, the sky turns and the days lie fallow...

She was unique: there was something abnormal about her, and it was that abnormal something that made her magnetic.

Slacker becomes slower if given additional time.

The means by which we live have outdistanced the ends for which we live. Our scientific power has outrun our spiritual power. We have guided missiles and misguided men.

I don't want to be without God's blessings.

To work on the actual location I think is great. This thing of going to Canada and pretending you're in New York, it's terrible.

The tender pressure of his lips soothed her, like a warm drink in the dead of the winter, when every part of her felt so cold.

The extremes of who I'd love to be onstage are David Bowie, Prince, and, I don't know, Bjork.

I am not an educated man. I never had an opportunity to learn anything except how to fight.

I have a soul of lead So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.