When my grave is broke up again / Some second guest to entertain.

When I died last, and, Dear, I die / As often as from thee I go, / Though it be but an hour ago, / And lovers' hours be full eternity.

The solitary, silent, solemn scene, Where Caesars, heroes, peasants, hermits lie, Blended in dust together; where the slave Rests from his labors; where th' insulting proud Resigns his powers; the miser drops his hoard: Where human folly sleeps.

I don't want to just entertain people. I want to touch them.

I didn't really make a comment or think the game was over until the nine-second mark. That's when I realized we were going to win the game.

One foot in the grave.