You go through a process of refinement and getting rid of the excesses of your early youth in terms of your excitement about what theatre can do.
Brown bird welcomes white wave. Wander no more, dear traveler.
He'd said the sun could burn me. It certainly looked angry enough, all orange and glowing mad.
There were different kinds of strength. I knew that now. It didn't always come from a knife or a willingness to fight. Sometimes it came from endurance, where the well ran deep and quiet. Sometimes it came from compassion and forgiveness.
I never belonged anywhere until I met you.
He's never going to sit at my feet and write me poems, which is good because I hate poetry, except dirty ones that rhyme.
Have you ever watched a child learning to walk? Before this week, I never had, but there's a certain grace to it. Well, if not grace, then tenacity. Fall down nine times--get up ten. And the tenth time you get where you're going, you don't stop, not for obstacles, not for other people telling you to stop. You don't listen to anything but that inner voice until you arrive where you want to be.
If you look at old football pictures, the jerseys were hanging, the sleeves were dangling, but now everything is tucked and tailored.
I dunno, there were always people believing in me, but you just gotta be confident in whatever you wanna do.
Now, in answer to the question would we use force in the Middle East. I don't know. . . I hope not. We have no plans to, it is conceivable, I guess. It would be almost as bad as the seven days in May. You conjure up a situation where there is another oil embargo, and the people in this country are not only inconvenienced and uncomfortable, but suffer.
The World War II generation believed the United States could do anything - anything. . . And Vietnam was a shattering experience for everyone.