Shakespeare is the happy hunting ground of all minds that have lost their balance.

Come forth, Lazarus! And he came fifth and lost the job.

The tape adds a nice balance and a male piece.

(We) were supposed to go hunting the morning he got killed. He was a heck of a hunter, a heck of a fisherman.

Enclosed within the tyranny of our minds and there is where we are lost.

Sometimes there could be movies that are neck and neck, and that could tilt the balance.