Swans moulting die, snow melts to tears, Roses do blush and hang their heads

They are Nietzsche's over-men, these primitive Albanians - something between kings and tigers.

Books... are like lobster shells, we surround ourselves with 'em, then we grow out of 'em and leave 'em behind, as evidence of our earlier stages of development.

If you love no one, no one can hurt you, ” she whispered.

I would say that we like to disguise our heartbreaks with happier melodies.

You are no longer paid just for the hours that you put in, but for what you put into those hours.

I think that sometimes the difference between winning and losing, success and failure, is this gray line between will, passion and self-belief that says, 'I'm going to do this'.

The press is like a big bass, you just stick a hook in their mouth and they'll take it.

When I go onstage, I kind of turn into a beast sometimes, this alter-ego, you know.

There is always hazard in military activity, but we must decide between the positive loss of inactivity and the risk of action.

Administrators need to shift from being controllers to enablers, so as to liberate the energies and talents of the teachers.

Film work can be tedious and sort of all over the place, especially when you have a family and you're going off and doing things somewhere else.