A door jumpsout from shadows, then jumps away. Thisis what I've come to find:the back door, unlatched.Tooled by insular wind, itslams and slamswithout meaningto and without meaning.

My tongue remembers your wounded flavor.The vein in my neckadores you. A swordstands up between my hips, my hidden fleece sends forth its scent of human oil.

Moonlight and high wind.Dark poplars toss, insinuate the sea.

Memory revises me.

Yes, 'Aagadu' was a failure. I was dejected for a couple of months, since there was a lot at stake.

One should guard against believing the great masses to be more stupid than they actually are.

It's hard for me to imagine that some people in the CIA who had firsthand knowledge would be unable to recognize that this would be helpful information for a soldier's death.

Bhakti yoga is a way of transforming your emotion from negativity to utmost pleasantness.

It didn’t matter where you were, if you were in a room full of books you were at least halfway home.

I was always the sexy bass player in the background while Robin stood centre. Barry and I played it up a bit, gave 'em a bit of thigh.

I was a very physical child... I was a tree-climber; I was a tomboy.

Even worthwhile endeavors need evaluation in order to determine if they have become distractions from the best goals.

Age is not an accomplishment, and youth is not a sin.

Besides singing "Jump Around" to all the WWE superstars in the locker room? Uh... I enjoy listening to music, pumping up, and getting really muscular and oily. I like to oil myself before.