I know for me, when I would drink, I circumvented my own self-protection and my own judgment and my own discrimination - the healthy kind of judgment and discrimination.
Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
When You Are Old" WHEN you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.
A daughter of a King of Ireland, heard A voice singing on a May Eve like this, And followed half awake and half asleep, Until she came into the Land of Faery, Where nobody gets old and godly and grave, Where nobody gets old and crafty and wise, Where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue. And she is still there, busied with a dance Deep in the dewy shadow of a wood, Or where stars walk upon a mountain-top.
There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven't yet met.
The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.
If you only exercise your soloist muscles, the other muscles quickly atrophy.
I get about five memoirs per week in my mailbox, and few of them inspire anything but a desire to pick up the channel changer.
If we fail to meet our problems here, no one else in the world will do so. If we fail, the heart goes out of progressives throughout the world.
Although I get so much fan mail from Great Britain, tell me, am I more famous there than Michael Madsen?