You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson, And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.

Song falls silent, music is dumb, But the air burns with their fragrance, And white winter, on its knees, Observes everything with reverent attention.

I marvel at everything as if it were new.

If you were music, I would listen to you ceaselessly, and my low spirits would brighten up.

And in the depths of music, I didn’t find the answer, And again there was silence, and again the ghost of summer.

I know: yes, no, even I must tear offThe delicate daisy petals.Everyone on earth is destined to feelThe torments of love.

I’m not weeping, I’m not complaining, Happiness is not for me.

But I am not allowed to forgetThe taste of the tears of yesterday.

I defendNot my voice, but my silence

And you know, I agree to everything:I will condemn, I will forget, I will give comfort to the enemy, Darkness will be light and sin lovely.

Tomorrow the mirrors will mock me

I don't know about marriage as much as I do know that I'd be a great father.

I stay off the Internet.

There are no hopeless situations; there are only men who have grown hopeless about them.

Shakespeare again. Once you let him into your head, he takes up tenancy and will not leave.

I just didn't understand the American political system, and I felt really stupid about that.

Culture must have its ultimate aim in the metaphysical or it will cease to be culture.

They can take everything away from me, but they can never take my pride, unless I somehow get some.

We need not worry so much about what man descends from; it's what he descends to that shames the human race.

I went out with this girl the other night, she wore this real slinky number...She looked great going down the stairs.

The greatest threat facing American today - next to voter fraud, the Western Pinebark beetle, and the memory foam mattress - is the national news media.