As for the common men apart, Who sweat to keep their common breath, And have no hour for books or art-- What dreams have these to hide from death!

I shall know you, secrets by the litter you have left and by your bloody footprints.

Better--while life is quick And every pain immense and joy supreme, And all I have and am Flames upward to the dream ... Than like a taper forgotten in the dawn, Burning out the quick.

Life You have been good to me.... You have not made yourself too dear to juggle with.

Lords of spirit, Lords of breath, Lords of fireflies, stars, and light, Who will keep the world from death?Who will stop the coming night?Blue eyes, blue eyes, have the sight.

But my thoughts were more like poisons. I had so many, they made me sick.

A lifetime of training for just ten seconds.

And Seaman, just like a falling oak, manages to change direction.

Everyone of them words rang true and glowed like burning coal, pouring off every page like it was written in my soul from me to you.

I went to the American Academy of Dramatic Arts, which was in Carnegie Hall, which itself was exciting - just to walk into it.

The future is a world limited by ourselves; in it we discover only what concerns us and, sometimes, by chance, what interests those whom we love the most.

Movies are magical. Sometimes it just works, it catalyzes, and everything falls into place, and no one knows exactly how or why.

I definitely have a Luddite's approach to what's going on. I find that as I get older, I get stupider.

When I was a little boy in Worcestershire reading history books I never thought I should have to interfere between a king and his mistress.