In Flanders' fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row That mark our place and in the sky The larks still bravely singing fly Scarce heard among the guns below.

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields.

The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below

Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from falling hands we throw.

Like restless birds, the breath of coming rain Creeps, lilac-laden, up the village street

Death doesn’t always want your eternal sleep. Sometimes Death just wants your eternity.

The man with the ball is responsible for what happens to the ball.

The first choral music I remember hearing was Handel's 'Messiah' when the Mormon Tabernacle Choir broadcast it over the radio.

If it was woman who put man out of Paradise, it is still woman, and woman only, who can lead him back.

If we all had all we wanted to eat, we'd crap too much. We'd have inflation in the toilet paper industry.

Love your mother, she bore you. Love your father, he works for you.

When we meet someone and fall in love, we have a sense that the whole universe is on our side. And yet if something goes wrong, there is nothing left!

It is the aim of the modern school, not to treat every position according to one general law, but according to the principle inherent in the position

My parents always told us, you know, you have to get your education. You're not supposed to become a statistic.

I tore up and ate my own passport in an airport hotel once. I'm bloated with language I can’t afford to forget.