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.

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.

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?

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.

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

That he had been born an artist—in all ways—a paragon of romantic torment out of the likes of some Brontë novel—has yet to make itselfknown to him. He watches himself unfold.

A prohibitionist is the sort of man one wouldn't care to drink with - even if he drank.

My backhand is definitely a lot more solid and consistent. There were times when I couldn't hit it into the ocean.

What brought me into the TV business is what keeps me here and happy. You can learn something new every day if you have a really positive attitude.

Anybody with any sense knows the whole solar system will go up like a celluloid collar by-and-by.

I always try to look at the episode overall, and try to figure out where I can add something that's a little ironic or self-aware or light because I think that's what makes the show special.

a single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought

Why, when God's world is so big, did you fall asleep in a prison, of all places?

I hated my work. It never seemed to me to be what I should be doing.

And diff'ring judgments serve but to declare that truth lies somewhere, if we knew but where.