Weaving spiders, come not here, Hence, you long legged spinners, hence! Beetles black, approach not here, worm nor snail, do no offense.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

My soul is in the sky.

Lord, what fools these mortals be!

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.

Are you sure/That we are awake? It seems to me/That yet we sleep, we dream

Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.— Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts!

Oh why rebuke you him that loves you so? / Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.

And yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.

I’ll follow thee and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well.

Four days will quickly steep themselves in nightsFour nights will quickly dream away the time.

[P]art of the pleasure of engaging with a writer is unraveling some allusions and admitting defeat by others.

If you could do anything right now, at this moment, what would you do?”The question was obviously loaded, but the answer was surprisingly simple, “I’d be with you.

The sun sets in the west (just about everyone knows that), but Sunset Towers faced east. Strange!

By putting myself out there the way I've been doing people see me as a real person. Even though I do character voices and funny noises the stories are still real and I put them all out there.

I believe every child is born with a gift from God - big or small - and that we should all make the most of our talents.

Humility is what we want other people to have.

I just try to concentrate on concentrating.

Sure, I've been on the Tube...I caught it to Eastbourne once.

It is not our responsibility to make it acceptable; it is our duty to make it available.

Nothing could be smarter, more splendid, more brilliant, better drawn up than two armies. Trumpets, fifes, hautboys, drums, cannons, formed a harmony such as never been heard in hell.