“I like autumn. The drama of it; the golden lion roaring through the back door of the year, shaking its mane of leaves. A dangerous time; of violent rages and deceptive calm, of fireworks in the pockets and conkers in the fist.”

“And the weed loud, like a lion's roar.”

“She wanted to say 'I love you like a thunderstorm, like a lion, like a helpless rage'…”

“You can be merry with the king, you can share a joke with him. But as Thomas More used to say, it's like sporting with a tamed lion. You tousle its mane and pull its ears, but all the time you're thinking, those claws, those claws, those claws.”

“Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.”

“Bom. So have I heard on Afric's burning shore
A hungry lion give a grievous roar;
The grievous roar echoed along the shore.
Artax. So have I heard on Afric's burning shore
Another lion give a grievous roar;
And the first lion thought the last a bore.”

“Americans used to roar like lions for liberty; now we bleat like sheep for security.”

“[with a fist-shake] Take that, ____.”

“Such is the prestige of the Nobel award and of this place where I stand that I am impelled, not to squeak like a grateful and apologetic mouse, but to roar like a lion out of pride in my profession and in the great and good men who have practiced it through the ages.”

“If heaven is the reason and dieing is the door, than why aren't we all leaving what's the drama for?”