We frolic while 'tis May.

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.

I shall be but a shrimp of an author.

Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms.

Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.

If the best man's faults were written on his forehead, he would draw his hat over his eyes.

Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.

Visions of glory, spare my aching sight! Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!

Men will believe anything at all provided they are under no obligation to believe it.

To each his suff'rings: all are men, / Condemn'd alike to groan, / The tender for another's pain; / Th' unfeeling for his own.

Where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.

I do not follow any tradition. I may stand at the beginning of one.

Trust is built with consistency.

No one is more triumphant than the man who chooses a worthy subject and masters all its facts.

I am so grateful to be alive. It's ridiculous to be alive.

Could you gaze into heaven five minutes, you would know more than you would by reading all that ever was written on the subject.

I feel it in me like a woman having a baby, all that life churning inside me. I feel it every day; it moves, stretches, yawns. It's getting ready to be born. It knows exactly what it is.

The first thing I learned was the theme from Peter Gunn.

I never think about a photo before I start it. I try to let my mind relax, and then when I get there I do it.

Your worst enemy is hiding within yourself, and that enemy is your nafs or false ego.

I also play fiddle, banjo and mandolin.