“It's hard not to respond when a master of the art of kissing is laying one on you.”

“1st grade: Mastered.
2nd Grade: MAstered.
3rd Grade: Mastered.
4th Grade: Heres when they start trying to trick you
5th Grade:This ones hard”

“Hard to sit here and be close to you, and not kiss you.”

“The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seemed filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster”

“I didn't even know that there was art until I left Texas when I was eighteen. The only painting I knew (and I didn't know it was a 'painting' until much later) was 'Hope' [of George Frederic Watts, 1886] the woman sitting on the globe with... that green [of the painting 'Hope'] you only get in reproductions]! I think that negates the idea of a painter's relation to official – old master art. It was neutral ground – that one picture – I responded to visual things...'Hope' was just sort of visual thing there, not art.”

“Sweet is the melody, so hard to come by,
It's so hard to make every note bend just right.
You lay down the hours and leave not one trace
But a tune for the dancing is there in it's place.”

“He broke the kiss and leaned against her, breathing hard. "Good morning to you, too. Man, I just can't stay mad when you do that.”

“In death, they all looked the same. This morning they spoke, they breathed, they kissed their loved ones good-bye. And now they lay dead. Gone forever.”

“After all, it is hard to master both life and work equally well. So if you are bound to fake one of them, it had better be life.”

“When first we met we did not guess
That Love would prove so hard a master.”