I would not put a thief in my mouth to steal my brains.

Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.

For she had eyes and chose me.

This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven.

Men in rage strike those that wish them best.

Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ.

O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!" - Cassio (Act II, Scene iii)

Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens to the which our wills are gardeners.

Men should be what they seem.

I will deny thee nothing: Whereon, I do beseech thee, grant me this, To leave me but a little to myself.

Have not we affections and desires for sport, and frailty, as men have?

I'm a fairly tormented artist, and I'm less willing to indulge myself in self-pity, outside of songwriting.

But I always see myself as the filmmaker. I wonder if everybody else sees me more as an actor.

It's a tough thing, to know what to do about a war that deep in your gut you feel is wrong and yet watch your peers going off to fight in that war.

The whole idea of play is in finding, acknowledging, and then working with the natural constraints and limitations that you find in the world.

Everyone of us has a heaven inside.

Nonviolence is the rock on which the whole structure of non-co-operation is built.

It's better to use a curse word than to hurt somebody else, I find.

You spend your life getting walked on, you learn to recognize the tread.

I read every script from beginning to end, and I read every draft that I can. I like the show, I like the character, and I want to protect both of those things.

For a person whose sole burning ambition is to write - like myself - college is useless beyond the Sophomore year.