The lands are lit with all the autumn blaze of golden-rod, and everywhere the purple asters nod and bend and wave and flit.

I think that all of us are 5-year-olds and we don't want to be embarrassed in the schoolyard.

O suns and skies and clouds of June, and flowers of June together. Ye cannot rival for one hour October's bright blue weather.

I think I'm a weird combination of deeply introverted and very daring. I can feel both those things working.

The best movies have one sentence that they're exploring, a thesis, something that people can argue about over dinner afterward.

Pity and friendship seek different habitations.

You have five seconds to enjoy it and then you remember who you didn't thank.