.. . . would I were In Grantchester, in Grantchester!

Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.

And in my flower-beds, I think, Smile the carnation and the pink.

Just now the lilac is in bloom All before my little room.

Cities, like cats, will reveal themselves at night.

Infinite hungers leap no more I in the chance swaying of your dress; and love has changed to kindliness.

A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years.

There are only three things in the world, one is to read poetry, another is to write poetry, and the best of all is to live poetry.

If I should die, think only this of me: that there's some corner of a foreign field that is for ever England.

Incredibly, inordinately, devastatingly, immortally, calamitously, hearteningly, adorably beautiful.

All the little emptiness of love!

Then he slid the silk and his fingers into her open palm.And Eleanor disintegrated.

Well, I get excited about music.

I've seen innovation come from something as simple as a resourceful multibillionaire who wanted to make even more money.

What would I reclaim America as? I do want it to be a diverse country.

We know there is intention and purpose in the universe, because there is intention and purpose in us.

That is the gods' work, spinning threads of death through the lives of mortal men, an all to make a song for those to come.

Displaying a bland, even an eerie, disregard for what appeared to be the facts of the situation, he fell back on an old habit of looking ahead to the next defeat.

In childhood I developed a serious throat infection, and my heart stopped beating. I recovered from that illness with a voice that boomed forth like Kate Smith's!

Turkey, unlike chicken, has very elegant characteristics. It has more of a cache than chicken. Turkey is a delicacy, so it should be presented in such a way.

My first album is like a terrible John Hammond album, with drums.