These were always the weirdest trips for me, when it was midnight or even later, and we pulled up to a dark house, trying to be quiet. Like a robbery in reverse, creeping around to leave something rather than take it.

I still do my comedy and my performance stuff and my acting so it&#39;s not all-consuming. But I do find myself drawing more and more these days.

Every wave, regardless of how high and forceful it crests, must eventually collapse within itself.

The man of science, like the man of letters, is too apt to view mankind only in the abstract, selecting in his consideration only a single side of our complex and many-sided being.

Written By James G. Frazer

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