A poem's life and death dependeth still Not on the poet's wits, but reader's will.

I have been in love, and in debt, and in drink, this many and many a year.

'Twas drink made me fall in love, And love made me run into debt, And though I have struggled and struggled and strove, I cannot get out of them yet.

Something there is moves me to love, and I Do know I love, but know not how, nor why.

Pray for what you want.Expect your answer in due time.Be strong to wait for the arrival of answer.

It was one of those years when there was no summer. There was no winter either. It was just November all year that year.

That knowledge which is popular is not scientific.

I don't see any kind of mirror of power, male power, that is, as a form of liberation. I don't believe in an eye for an eye. I don't believe this is truly freedom.

The Internet has changed everything. People will be discovered online. People buy music online. It's a completely different way to get entertainment.

We don't have a clear path forward, and that's been the case for feminism since the 18th century, when the idea of the rights of women actually began.

Love is an appetite which, like all other appetites, is destroyed for the moment by its gratification.

Yes indeed I have gained a lot out of playing scales and etudes.

I get a huge buzz from spending time with kids.

The expected is what keeps us steady. It's the unexpected that changes our lives forever.