Nerdfighter pwns woot. Everyone knows that.
It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense, That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.
I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.
The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses
Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
You feel on your lips a kiss Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life.
I dreamed of Crusades, voyages of discovery that nobody had heard of, republics without histories, religious wars stamped out, revolutions in morals, movements of races and continents; I used to believe in every kind of magic. I began it as an investigation. I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
I've been on sets where the turnaround is so fast and the budget so small that the actors have been asked to speed things up and save money by changing in the public toilets. There's no room for vanity at times like that. It's the best way: get on with it!
I know that some actors and directors like to have intensity on set. I don't, particularly. Certainly, if they want that, that's fine, but I can't work like that.
Ignorance is not something that lends itself to a meaningful discussion.
Elton wanted a garden. They were building all afternoon while we were rehearsing. And then they built a fountain for Elton. And he said, I was only joking!