Conversation like television set on honeymoon... unnecessary.
On a film set everyone is very cool. Well, blase really.
I don't feel that fear is a good incentive on a film set.
But I've gravitated more towards the drum set.
A Set Back is only a Set Up for a Come Up!
Set your expense according to your trade.
Against change of fortune set a brave heart.
If I can make you angry... I have passed your guard again. I have given you something to think about besides the Game
The Sun is bad enough even while he is single, drying up our marshes with his heat as he does. But what will become of us if he marries and and begets other suns?
Take care of your life force and always keep it streaming. Always be active and creative, and never ever stop dreaming.
Always surround yourself with friends that have plenty of light in them. That way, you will always have candles around you when days are dark.
Many people will never learn the lessons meant for them in this lifetime, nor become the person they were meant to be, simply because they are too busy being someone else.
The man armed with knowledge has a better chance of survival than the man who is simply the fittest. Knowledge is the true strength. Muscle is where the myth is.
Never fear Death for you will feel aroused by his sleep. Never cheat death or he will slap you with a sentence of misery for the defeat.
When caught under the weather of love, always choose the person who loves you unconditionally, and abandon the one who only loves you under favorable conditions.
On a cooler sun on a primordial earth: "I later learned that biologists, when they are feeling jocose, refer to this as the 'Chinese Resaturant Problem'--because we has a dim sun.
You wouldn't believe it. It's like a wonderful nightmare." "Sure," I said. "I'd believe anything. Including nightmares." "What's the matter? Feel low?" "Low as hell.
You ought to be ironical the minute you get out of bed. You ought to wake up with your mouth full of pity.
Love you always, miss you always... running day and night, leaving the place of sun and moon, of ice and snow. Never look back, never forget.
And the sun on the wall of her room, the block of sun with all the tiny flying things in it. When she was little she thought they were the souls of dead insects, still buzzing in the light.
Boys, Laila came to see, treated friendship the way they treated the sun: its existence undisputed; its radiance best enjoyed, not beheld directly.
