When the sappy boughs Attire themselves with blooms, sweet rudiments Of future harvest.

It's been a great adventure, everything I hoped for. But it's time to go home. I miss my family. I miss the Earth.

Traditionally, songwriters can't sing. And that holds true in my case, also.

Technology makes things faster and more cost-effective, but it's not perfect. It requires you to be as flexible as you can be.

Little pains In a due hour employ'd great profit yields.

If you're going to San Francisco, be sure to wear some flowers in your hair, if you're going to San Francisco, you're gonna meet some gentle people there.

It's thrilling. There's birth and death and frustration and victory in raising horses. It's like a little microcosm of life is built into the short lives of these creatures.