What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyesWould, with themselves, shut up my thoughts...

Hell is empty and all the devils are here.

...and then, in dreaming, / The clouds methought would open and show riches / Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked / I cried to dream again.

Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.

His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend. His backward voice is to utter foul speeches and to detract.

So. Lie there, my art.

O, wonder!How many goodly creatures are there here!How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in't!

We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.

Thought is free.

There's meaning in thy snores.

Their manners are more gentle, kind, than of our generation you shall find.

Consciousness is naturally shamanic.

Never underestimate the power of a tweet.

I don't like the word "experiment" in the context of art in general. It implies something immature, unfinished, something entertaining for a moment before it becomes irrelevant.

The most foolish mistake we could possibly make would be to allow the subjugated races to possess arms.

What happens in Vegas, I'm telling everyone.

I'm very open to all different genres because I'm a very open-minded girl.

We shall see but a little way if we require to understand what we see.

Kit, you're forty. You look thirty. You act...well, never mind. You're carrying on like you think you're seventy

It scares me how fast I go from disliking to loving him, and I wonder if it’s this way for everyone.

Whoever our students may be, whatever the subject we teach, ultimately we teach who we are.