Time has told me not to ask for more, someday our ocean will find its shore.

If songs were lines in a conversation, the situation would be fine . . .

Life is but a memory Happened long ago. Theatre full of sadness For a long forgotten show.

Do you like what you're doing/would you do it some more/or will you stop once and wonder what you're doing it for?

...you're a rare rare find A troubled cure For a troubled mind

I saw it written and I saw it say Pink moon is on its way And none of you stand so tall Pink Moon gonna get you all

Fame is but a fruit tree- so very unsound. It can never flourish 'till its stock is in the ground.

If you would and you could brighten my northern sky.

I think there's something extraordinarily nice about seeing the dawn up before one goes to bed, [] there's something uncanny about it.

I woke early like a condemned man to the naivety of birdsong.

And see she flies, and she is everywhere.

Aesthetic criticism returns us to the autonomy of imaginative literature and the sovereignty of the solitary soul, the reader not as a person in society but as the deep self, our ultimate inwardness.

Art is personal, criticism shouldn't be.

It doesn't have to make sense, it just has to sound like it does.

Normally a period movie has a lot of problems with the graphics. They look modern made.

Your wealth is hiding under the very thing you are afraid to do. It's time to face your fears and take action. Expect Miracles.

Education is neither Eastern nor Western, it is human.

I don't really worry about being typecast much. I mean, everyone in Hollywood is typecast to a degree.

We cannot change the cards we are dealt, just how we play the hand. If I don’t seem as depressed or morose as I should be, sorry to disappoint you.

Surely it must be plain that an ingenious man could speculate without end on both sides, and find analogies for all his dreams. Nor does it help me to tell me that the aspirations of mankind