You are the source of the sun.And I am the willow's shadow. Oh, you have struck me on the head, Wretch that I am, on fire am I.

Bitter your acts, bitter am I, Kindness your deeds, kindness am I, Pleasant and gentle, so you are, Fine honeyed lips and sweet talker.

You are my wine, my joy, My garden, my springtime, My slumber, my repose, Without you, I can't cope.

You don't have to know where you're going to get exactly where you need to go.

Prestidigitation? You've got to be joking. No one says that.

Maybe love is something we’re meant to say casually and not regard as a prize from a treasure chest that a person earns.

Once I started working with older people, I realized how much I enjoyed the intellectual challenge of taking care of patients who have multiple, complex medical problems.

I am not an African. I am an American.

Whatever is in common is true; but likeness is false.

A liberal public is interesting to have as an audience. It is for that very reason that corporations make such an effort to ally themselves with cultural institutions.

Since I was a kid, I've been telling everyone about the rain forest and how it's being destroyed.

The gaps between the forms worry me. I can never get these spaces right.

I'm always in favor of Israel responding strongly when it's threatened. At the same time, a response to a response doesn't really solve anything. It just creates a perpetual-motion machine.