The farmer's daughter hath soft brown hair And I met with a ballad, I can't say where, That wholly consisted of lines like these.

I can not sing the old songs now! It is not that I deem them low, 'Tis that I can't remember how They go.

Life is with such all beer and skittles. They are not difficult to please About their victuals.

Go mad, and beat their wives; Plunge (after shocking lives) Razors and carving knives Into their gizzards.

The heart which grief hath cankered, Hath one unfailing remedy - the Tankard.

I've read in many a novel, that unless they've souls that grovel-- Folks prefer in fact a hovel to your dreary marble halls.

I sit alone at present, dreaming darkly of a Dun.

Should ever anything be missed - milk, coals, umbrellas, brandy - the cat's pitched into with a boot or anything that's handy.

The auld wife sat at her ivied door, (Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese) A thing she had frequently done before; And her spectacles lay on her apron'd knees.

But ah! disasters have their use; And life might e'en be too sunshiny.

But what is coffee, but a noxious berry, Born to keep used-up Londoners awake?

If you only attract Mr. Wrong or Ms. Crazy, evaluate the common thread in this diversity of people: YOU!

Understanding the world is a door to believing what we are, where we are living in and what we expect to come out of our actions.

There’s been a lot written on the topic of minimalism. But I still believe in it.

The only place I'm recognized is at the mall, because that's where the teens are.

I don't have the acting skills my daughter has.

I'm not interested in playing characters who see the world through my prism. I think the journey of understanding any character is to see how they tick and how they differ from you.

I believe that every human being is sufficiently depraved that when we get to heaven, no one will be able to say, I merited this.

I grew up as a kid being able to attend concerts, go to art museums. Santa Barbara was a rich cultural community, and I had access to everything. I think that shaped me as an artist.

Energy is the power that drives every human being. It is not lost by exertion but maintained by it, for it is a faculty of the psyche.

I start at the beginning, mentally screaming every obscenity I can in alphabetical order. Then I start setting them to the tune of "Row, Row, Row Your Boat