Only one word describes a woman widowed for the second time on her wedding night – cursed.

She opened her eyes and touched her lips, as though he had just kissed them. She could taste him.

Listen to the earth, Feel the fire. Allow the power to flow through ye.

A man from the wood. A stranger from afar. He will break the curse by a hundred kisses...

You're special, Deirdre, and don't ever think otherwise.

Perhaps we can start counting those kisses once more. I think you owe me a few.

Did he actually believe in this curse? A curse! He snorted. Deirdre stirred. Impossible. Curses were for witches, spell casters and the weak-minded.

A cloud of white death veiled in black…

We often forget to draw a new picture because we are so busy criticizing other paintings.

Love will draw an elephant through a key-hole.

Beat a dog once and you only have to show him the whip.

I have the weirdest job. It's not every day that you get to stand up onstage and unload every ounce of your misanthropic bile onto a crowd of people, and they're like, "Cool! Hit us again!"

Our own freewill, to choose the paths we take, no greater deed could ever be done than for another's sake.

Dictatorships are never as strong as they think they are, and people are never as weak as they think they are.

If you emphasize one part of the song, it trivializes the rest of the music.

Steve Austin will never be employee of the month!

Perhaps the unattached, the unwanted, the unloved, could grow to give love as lushly as anyone else.

I am one who tells the truth and exposes evil and seeks with Beauty for Beauty to set the world right.