“The Brady Bunch and I hated The Brady Bunch.”

Before I was cast on The Surreal Life my knowledge of Christopher Knight was pretty much he was on.

Letting a hundred flowers blossom and a hundred schools of thought contend is the policy for promoting the progress of the arts and the sciences and a flourishing culture in our land.

Catchphrases flourish in contemporary American English.

To be shown love is to feel ourselves the object of concern: our presence is noted, our name is registered, our views are listened to, our failings are treated with indulgence and our needs are ministered to. And under such care, we flourish.

Twentieth-century art may start with nothing, but it flourishes by virtue of its belief in itself.

I guess what concerns me always is the need for a field, a rich compost, for any art to flourish. But however isolate or unheard you may feel, if you have the need to write poetry, are compelled to write it, you go on, whether there is resonance or not.

Before I was cast on The Surreal Life my knowledge of Christopher Knight was pretty much he was on.

To fail and succeed and flourish and fly.

Commerce flourishes by circumstances, precarious, transitory, contingent, almost as the winds and waves that bring it to our shores.