Making A Film, I've Learned,

The Earth Here Is Beautiful. And It Still Belongs To The Dead.

He Had Grieved For Me, I'll Give Him That Much. But Then He Is So Good At Grieving! He Wears Woe As Others Wear Velvet; Sorrow Flatters Him Like The Light Of Candles; Tears Become Him Like Jewels.

Whatever Will Happen Will Happen, But Choose Your Companions With Care. Choose Them Because You Like To Look At Them And You Like The Sound Of Their Voices, And They Have Profound Secrets In Them That You Wish To Know. In Other Words, Choose Them Because You Love Them. Otherwise You Will Not Be Able To Bear Their Company For Very Long.

The Library Furnished Our Dreams, Helped Us Shape Our Ambitions, Made Up People Of Books And Ideas And Grand Designs.

When We Are Weary, We Speak Lovingly Of Dreams As If They Embodied Our True Deisres-what We Would Have When That Which We Do Have So Sorely Disappoints Us