The troubles of our proud and angry dust are from eternity, and shall not fail. Bear them we can, and if we can we must. Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
I'm the kind of guy who grew up listening to Three Dog Night and Lynyrd Skynyrd.
Look at the sky. We are not alone. The whole universe is friendly to us and conspires only to give the best to those who dream and work.
When you look at the light bulb above you, you remember Thomas Alva Edison. When the telephone bell rings, you remember Alexander Graham Bell. Marie Curie was the first woman to win the Nobel Prize. When you see the blue sky, you think of Sir C.V. Raman.
I'm not one of those people who goes home and has to put football on the TV straight away or has to watch Sky Sports News.
People have always liked to be frightened. People love to feel that jolt of adrenaline. People love roller coasters. People love skydiving. These things that really get your heart pumping, and horror films are sort of a safe way to get that rush I guess.
I find television, and particularly live television, very romantic: the idea that there is this small group of people, way up high, in a skyscraper in the middle of Manhattan, beaming this signal out into the night.
Growing up on a farm was the best. I remember loving that expanse of space. The sky at night was so clear, I could see every star.
That President Mohammad Khatami's policies have been blocked is the bitterest incident in the contemporary Iranian history. This means that the wishes of millions of people who voted for Khatami and called for freedom and justice have been ignored... Why should cultural activities and journalism be so risky in Iran?