My object to venture the suggestion that an important application of phonetics to metrical problems lies in the study of phonetic word-structure.

Listen ... With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break free from the trees And fall.

These be Three silent things: The Falling snow. . . the hour Before the dawn. . . the mouth of one Just dead.

Sun and wind and beat of sea, Great lands stretching endlessly... Where be bonds to bind the free? All the world was made for me!

The oldOld winds that blewWhen chaos was, what doThey tell the clattered trees that IShould weep?

I knowNot these my handsAnd yet I think there wasA woman like me once had handsLike these.

Pain ebbs, And like cool balm, An opiate weariness Settles on eye-lids, on relaxed Pale wrists.

If itWere lighter touchThan petal of flower restingOn grass, oh still too heavy it were, Too heavy!

Thou hast Drawn laughter from A well of secret tears And thence so elvish it rings, -mocking And sweet.

Is it as plainly in our living shown, By which way the wind hath blown?

The old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that I Should weep?

[During] the passage of the Lilly Ledbetter [Fair Pay Act], equal pay for equal work, the women led that fight.

FEAR IS THE MIND-KILLER. FEAR IS THE LITTLE-DEATH THAT BRINGS TOTAL OBLITERATION.

I cherished the dream of a country embracing all its people.

Hitch was interested in what I had to offer, like one of my background ideas for Norman's upbringing.

Hey, I always say: if you want a quiet life, become a monk.

When I was young, beautiful ancient statues were castrated, so that the eye might not be corrupted.... Nothing was gained, unless horses and asses had also been castrated.

It's not irrelevant, those moments of connection, those places where fiction saves your life. It's the most important thing there is.

It's easy to be beautiful - just be born that way.

You see another side of Draco when he's with his dad. When Draco is with his dad, he doesn't say anything. He keeps his mouth shut. He's sort of bullied by his dad, so he acts very different.

Life is lived on the edge.