I love you, Kitten. Don't try to get out of this. We'll see if you love me when I pay you back. Even then I will love you, Bones called out as I stomped away.
Let us make hay while the sun shines.
'Tis said of love that it sometimes goes, sometimes flies; runs with one, walks gravely with another; turns a third into ice, and sets a fourth in a flame: it wounds one, another it kills: like lightning it begins and ends in the same moment: it makes that fort yield at night which it besieged but in the morning; for there is no force able to resist it.
The pen is the tongue of the mind.
History is the depository of great actions, the witness of what is past, the example and instructor of the present, and monitor to the future.
Woman's advice has little value, but he who won't take it is a fool.
The wicked are always ungrateful.
Happiness is only the threshold to misery. When a friend refuses to share in joys.
Sometimes a song can take up to a year to write, and because I waited that year and waited to work on it that day, it came up that extra 50 percent.
Old Lights include the resurgent fundamentalists in every religion who put a freeze on history and fortify their adherents against the "new dark age" in which they are forced to live. "Back to the Bible," Old Lights shout; "back to the Koran," Old Lights thunder. But not everything Old Lights say is wrong. Much is right. Even a stopped clock is right twice a day, the old adage reminds us.
If you bring your sexual impulses to your creative work. . . you'll be working from deep in the genetic code, down where life wants to make new life and feel good in the process.