I’m always coming back, you can bet on that, you’re the only place I call home.

Why is it always the hat photograph? What kind of hat is it? Is it a cap? Why has it got two fronts?
“I don’t think it was a surprise that I ended up as an actor, and it was anything but a disappointment.”

Never theorize before you have data. Invariably, you end up twisting facts to suit theories, instead of theories to suit facts.

The year was 1891. Storm clouds were brewing over Europe. France and Germany were at each other’s throats, the result of a series of bombings. Some said it was the Nationalists. Others, the anarchists. But as usual, my friend Sherlock Holmes, had a different theory entirely.
No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark