Dey's some things I don't got to be told. I kin read them in folks' eyes.

We need above all to learn again to believe in the possibility of nobility of spirit in ourselves.

I have had my dance with Folly, nor do I shirk the blame; I have sipped the so-called Wine of Life and paid the price of shame; But I know that I shall find surcease, the rest my spirit craves, Where the rainbows play in the flying spray, 'Mid the keen salt kiss of the waves.

Critics? I love every bone in their heads.

When I was a kid I used to get fun out of my horrors.

We are where centuries only count as seconds, and after a thousand lives, our eyes begin to open.

Curiosity killed the cat.