Things change so fast, you can't use 1971 ethics on someone born in 1971.
I heard an angel speak last nightAnd he said, "Write!"
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.
Silence is the best response to a fool.
Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees takes off his shoes.
I love you for the part of me that you bring out.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
That's what improvising is like for me. There's no tollbooth between my impulse and my action.
There is no God, no universe, no human race, no earthly life, no heaven, no hell. It is all a dream, a grotesque and foolish dream. Nothing exists but you. And you are but a thought -a vagrant thought, a useless thought, a homeless thought, wandering forlorn among the empty eternities!
You're not that girl,' Cole said, sounding tired. 'Trust me, I've seen enough of them to know. Look. Don't cry. You're not that girl either. ' 'Oh yeah? What girl am I?' 'I'll let you know when I figure it out. Just don't cry.
It's an Australian thing to be dismissive. We find that endearing. Americans don't. They believe what you say.