Love without trust. The difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul
The king to Oxford sent a troop of horse, For Tories own no argument but force; With equal care, to Cambridge books he sent, For Whigs allow no force but argument.
There is no season such delight can bring, as summer, autumn, winter and the spring.
But well-a-day, the gardener careless grew, The maids and fairies both were kept away, And in a drought the caterpillars threw Themselves upon the bud and every spray. God shield the stock! if Heaven send no supplies, The fairest blossom of the garden dies.
Whose life is a bubble, and in length a span.
If heaven send no supplies, The fairest blossom of the garden dies.
Oft the cloud that wraps the present hour serves but to brighten all our future days.
I've had the privilege of learning foreign languages. Instead of merely speaking a watered-down form of my mother tongue, like most people, I'm also helpless in two or three other languages.
All writers have this vague hope that the elves will come in the night and finish any stories.
Class, race, sexuality, gender and all other categories by which we categorize and dismiss each other need to be excavated from the inside.
Each time, I try to find a family of interesting faces. I follow the tradition of films from the 40s - at this time, there were so many interesting faces in France. I often work with the same because there are not thousands and thousands in France. I'm looking for interesting faces and characters actors, and it's not for everybody.