Spring with its wavin' green grass and heaps of sweet-smellin' flowers on every hill and in every dale.

You can't tell how good a man or a watermelon is 'til they get thumped.

Time will pass and seasons will come and go.

Don't interfere with something that ain't bothering' you none.

And finally Winter, with its bitin', and whinin' wind, and all the land will be mantled with snow.

A decent cowboy does not take what belongs to someone else and if he does he deserves to be strung up and left for the flies and coyotes

I find this corpse guilty of carrying a concealed weapon and I fine it $40.

Hang 'em first, try 'em later.

And finally Winter, with its bitin', whinin' wind, and all the land will be mantled with snow.

And Fall, with her yeller harvest moon and the hills growin' brown and golden under a sinkin' sun.

I know because I read. Might I suggest you try it?

Though a living cannot be made from art, art makes life worth living. It makes starving, living.

Time misspent in youth is sometimes all the freedom one ever has.

Toy Soldiers was my introduction to film. I certainly didn't think I was doing art by any stretch of the imagination.

Attack wins you games, defence wins you titles.

Whatever that ["transfiguration" by Bob Dylan] means, it's true that the poetic brilliance of the early career would never really reappear.

There is no knowing what is in a man's heart.

I grew up in a very politically aware family. My mother always taught me to question everything, never believing anything simply at face value - especially the nicest, most adamant politicians.

To go from politics to news, at least the subject matter is the same, even if the view is different.

When one's eyes are anointed with the salve of prema, spiritual love then we could see Vrindavan.