and love was lightning and remembrance
There are purple grapes in the Land of Git-Thare.
Let me live in a house by the side of the road and be a friend to man.
Where shall we get religion? Beneath the open sky, the sphere of crystal silence surcharged with deity. . The midnight earth sends incense up, sweet with the breath of prayer -- Go out beneath the naked night and get religion there.
The woods were made for the hunters of dreams, The brooks for the fishers of song; To the hunters who hunt for the gunless game The streams and the woods belong.
The woods were made for the hunters of dreams, The brooks for the fisher of song; To the hunters who hunt for the gunless game The streams and the woods belong. There are thoughts that moan from the soul of the pine And thoughts in a flower-bell curled; And the thoughts that are blown with the scent of the fern Are as new and as old as the world.
Bring me men to match my mountains: Bring me men to match my plains: Men with empires in their purpose and new eras in their brains.
I'm half-Italian and half-Polish. So I'm always putting a hit out on myself.
I am a better person when I let myself have the time for romance and for love.
No one has a closest friend in Hollywood. These guys do not do friends in the orthodox sense!
We impose order and narrative on everything in order to understand it. Otherwise, there's nothing but chaos.