I'm trying to sign up and do movies that I'll be proud of it. That's kind of how I think about it.
Teddy said it was a hat, So I put it on. Now dad is saying, "where the heck's the toilet plunger gone?
The Voice There is a voice inside of you That whispers all day long, "I feel this is right for me, I know that this is wrong. " No teacher, preacher, parent, friend Or wise man can decide What's right for you--just listen to The voice that speaks inside.
There are no happy endings. Endings are the saddest part, So just give me a happy middle And a very happy start.
Never explain what you do. It speaks for itself. You only muddle it by talking about it.
Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.
Listen to the mustn'ts, child. Listen to the don'ts. Listen to the shouldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me. . . Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.
There can be a blurry line between laughing at the expense of a character and laughing at the recognition of something painful and true. But blurry as it may be, it is nevertheless unmistakable, and sometimes the laughter I hear makes me wince.
I feel that anything is possible in a poem.
Many, and some of the most pressing, of our terrestrial problems can be solved only by going into space. Long before it was a vanishing commodity, the wilderness as the preservation of the world was proclaimed by Thoreau. In the new wilderness of the Solar System may lie the future preservation of mankind.
Wine makes all things possible. GEORGE R. R. MARTIN, The Mystery Knight A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things. GEORGE R. R. MARTIN, A Game of Thrones Nothing burns like the cold. GEORGE R. R. MARTIN, A Game of Thrones Laughter is poison to fear.