The color of the flower has faded, while I lost myself in idle thought in this long rain / 花の色は うつりにけりな いたづらに わが身世にふる ながめせし間に

A thing which fades With no outward sign - Is the flower Of the heart of man In this world!

When my desiregrows too fierceI wear my bed clothesinside out, dark as the night’s rough husk.

You want to go to a summer concert and not watch a band staring at its shoes for six hours and complaining.

My benefactor used to say the seeds are the 'sober head' -- the only part that could fortify the heart of man.

I have family in Tanzania. I can't even explain the joy of riding through the Tanzania national park and seeing giraffes run across the road and elephants over in a pond and baboons running.

Oh may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence.

Did you ever think how a bit of land shows the character of the owner?

I just try to eat as good as possible.

I don't believe in giving people money. In Sunday school [you learn] that if you teach a man to fish, you feed him for life; but you give him a fish, you feed him for a day.

Ah why refuse the blameless bliss? Can danger lurk within a kiss?

Catch me if you can -A

I did a handful of photo shoots and I never made any money for it just because I was trying to build a portfolio. I decided that that's not what I wanted to do.