How beautiful they are, / The lordly ones, / Who dwell in the hills, / In the hollow hills.

A handful of pine-seed will cover mountains with the green majesty of forests. I too will set my face to the wind and throw my handful of seed on high.

That always has been horribly unfair. But in classical theater there's always a dearth of female roles.

A handful of pine-seed will cover mountains with the green majesty of a forest. I, too, will set my face to the wind and throw my handful of seed on high.

Allen and I were wallflowers among the lordly and academic figures,

I feel hollow inside, as if there’s a black hole where my heart was, as if I am caving in around myself.