You are mine, November. Until the day you leave this earth, you are mine.

You need to kiss me. All night you slept cuddled into me. You can’t do that to a man without at least kissing him.

It's amazing", he whispered, "to know that my purpose in life is sitting in front of me.

poetrymelts my bones.enters my blood.and changesits composition.

We live in a complicated society, Bromley—one that is changing and which does indeed need to change. But do you not think any change must begin within our own family gathering?

Older guys have too much emotional baggage. They’ve already lived their lives.

Some movies I see today have the most dramatic plot points but the actors are not playing them dramatically.

We're going to play our game and we're going to come back and we're going to play Montreal or Tampa.

Everything I've written up to now, hasn't had anything to do with my life really.

How many times go we to comedies, to masques, to places of great and noble resort, nay even to church only to see the company.

By afflictions God is spoiling us of what otherwise might have spoiled us. When he makes the world too hot for us to hold, we let it go.

I have seen with my own eyes how the pope was carried on the shoulders of the princes, with all the pomp, being adored in the streets by the surrounding people.

I found from working on the film that I am a bigot, at times. And that I am also a coward, at times.