Following dark winter's strife, a warm air rises, teemed with life. Birth, rebirth, as the waiting die. Old love, new love sprouts wings to fly.

And everything I thought I knew - you made me trade it all for you...but, frankly, you're not worth it.

How envious I am that the sun may kiss your porcelain skin and forever change how the world sees you.

There's no one to mourn for a life that love stole.

But when you kiss me there's a spark, and I can't remember I'm only food to be consumed like an apple and not loved like a woman.

I mostly hope you think I miss you and in the end you hope you'll get me, but that's fantasy, untrue as you, and bitter as the hope you left me.

It's better to have loved and lost than never love at all - I doubt that sorry statement every time I fall.

For if our bodies aren’t our own, And justice isn’t ours, And our love is just a sin, And voices by the peopleAre no longer for the people, What have we left to lose?

They think thee mad? I'll show thou mad, my lord.

Yes, ” Lisa said with the usual blank honestly. She frowned. “Was that a sincere question? Or a scolding rhetorical question akin to Harilotecca’s speech patterns?

Youth cannot know how age thinks and feels. But old men are guilty if they forget what it was to be young.

This is crazy," I told Patch in an undertone. "I'm crazy." He was on the brink of smiling again. "About you.

The term 'genre' eventually becomes pejorative because you're referring to something that's so codified and ritualised that it ceases to have the power and meaning it had when it first started.

We're not here to prove we're right; we're here to help people.

I'm one of the great unemployed looking for the next job. I'm waiting for the right offer. Like anyone, I want something that turns me on inside.

Avoid all affectation and singularity. What is according to nature is best, and what is contrary to it is always distasteful. Nothing is graceful that is not our own.

Unfortunately this earth is not a fairy-land, but a struggle for life, perfectly natural and therefore extremely harsh.

Every film has to be the next something else; originality isn't celebrated because you can't market it.

There's a certain delusional quality that all successful people have to have.