Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don't they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.

Far away, in the meadow, shadows flickered in the Mirror's Maze, as if parts of someone's life, yet unborn, were trapped there, waiting to be lived.

How do you get so empty? Who takes it out of you?

Thus through half-belief, we are often doomed to repeat that very past we should have learned from.

When the wind is right, a faint odor of kerosene is exhaled from Senator McCarthy.

If you dream the proper dreams, and share the myths with people, they will want to grow up to be like you.

I love all of the arts. I love motion pictures. I love stage. I love theater.