W. E. Henley Quotes
So much time weeping and wailing and shaking our fists, creating enemies that really don't exist.
So be my passing! My task accomplished and the long day done, My wages taken, and in my heart Some late lark singing, Let me be gathered in the quiet west, The sundown splendid and serene, Death.
And lo, the Hospital, gray, quiet, old, Where life and death like friendly chafferers meet.
Some really good things kind of swing both ways and I like to see people that can swing really, really, really sad and horrible and terrible and really, really, really beautiful and funny.
Plays are so much more special if they've never ever had a production, but I think you can really work on a play and make it better with each production.
The most glorious thing about working in the collaborative art is when you have somebody like Susan Kingsley or Kathy Bates who are better than your play.
And all writing is creating or spinning dreams for other people so they won't have to bother doing it themselves.
But when I got to SMU and decided to take a playwriting class, I said this isn't a bad idea. IfI write characters, they could be as dumb as me, and I don't have to be very smart.
It's called Sisters of the Winter Madrigal. It was interesting for me to see it done after so many years; because I wrote it and I didn't realize what a rage I was in.
I tried to start a theatre in LA and failed miserably, but I was probably not meant to raise money.
I said, baby, do you have no shame? She just looked at me, uncomprehendingly, like cows at a passing train.
Insect politics, indifferent universe. Bang your head against the wall, but apathy is worse.
This year, notoriety got confused with fame, and the devil is down hearted because there is nothing left for him to claim.
What are these voices outside love's open door, make us throw off our contentment, and beg for something more?
O' beautiful, for spacious skies But now those skies are threatening They're beating plowshares into swords For this tired old man that we elected king.
I'm always jotting things down on pieces of paper. I've got pieces of paper all over my house.
Between each album I try to gain a new insight that I didn't have before and perhaps write a song about something that I've written about before, but from a fresh viewpoint.
I was flying back from Lubbock and I saw Jesus on the plane, or maybe it was Elvis. You know, they kind of look the same.
After September, I've reflected on the campaign, and being a new father of twin boys, I really feel like I owe it to the kids in the city to give this a shot and make this district a better place.
Now, to read poetry at all is to have an ideal anthology of one's own, and in that possession to be incapable of content with the anthologies of all the world besides.
Life - life - life! 'Tis the sole great thing This side of death, Heart on heart in the wonder of Spring!
Shakespeare and Rembrandt have in common the faculty of quickening speculation and compelling the minds of men to combat and discussion.
Into the winter's gray delight, Into the summer's golden dream, Holy and high and impartial, Death, the mother of Life, Mingles all men for ever.
O, it's die we must, but it's live we can, And the marvel of earth and sun Is all for the joy of woman and man And the longing that makes them one.
Why would you want to be free of your destiny? Nothing else will satisfy. As for freedom, that's a matter of the heart. Pursue your destiny, and you'll find your freedom along the way.
What have I done for you England my England? What is there I would not do England my own?
In the clutch of circumstance I have not winced or cried aloud Under the bludgeoning of chance my head is bloody but unbowed.
It matters not how strait the gate How charged with punishments the scroll I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.