Hobbies are apt to run away with us, you know; it doesn't do to be run away with. We must keep the reins.

You have to keep hobbies in L.A. Otherwise, it's sad.

We know Jess likes to run so we just give her the reins and let her run.

You gotta know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em, know when to walk away, know when to run.

Strange, that some of us, with quick alternate vision, see beyond our infatuations, and even while we rave on the heights, behold the wide plain where our persistent self pauses and awaits us

The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.