Strew your gladness on earth's bed, So be merry, so be dead.

All the hills and vales along Earth is bursting into song, And the singers are the chaps Who are going to die perhaps.

Travelers we are, in this journey of memory. Aboard together we might, and get off at different times.Still, memory lingers.

You don't stay married for 35 years by accident. I think that that's willful and intentional and something that both people really want.

It's hard to send your baby off on a plane without you, though that's less reasonable, because sending him off in a car is statistically a bigger risk.

Ask the Outsider what he ultimately wants,and he will admit he doesn't know.Why? Because he wants it instinctively,and it is not always possible to tell what your instincts are driving towards.

Rien n'est vrai que ce qu'on ne dit pas. Nothing is true except that which is unsaid.

Well, I like songs that have like a little bit of quirkiness to them.

creative thought seems prone to flower in symbols before it ripens to fruit.

The Doctor: 'You know when grown-ups tell you everything's going to be fine, but you really think they're lying to make you feel better?' Amelia: 'Yeah...' The Doctor: 'Everything's going to be fine.

I was fortunate enough to coach the US Olympic team in Australia. The parks were full at all times. How can they take away a sport like that?

Home is oneness, home is my original nature. It is right here, simply in what is. There is nowhere else I have to go, and nothing else I have to become.