“Through the window I can see Rooks above the cherry-tree, Sparrows in the violet bed, Bramble-bush and bumble-bee, And old red bracken smoulders still Among boulders on the hill, Far too bright to seem quite dead. But old Death, who can't forget, Waits his time and watches yet, Waits and watches by the door.” StillsI CanSeemsWaitingForgetWatchesDoorsTreeBedRedWindowHillsBeesVioletCherriesSparrowsBouldersCherry TreesBumble Bee Book:Complete Poems Source: Complete Poems
“I went home one afternoon to pick up a script without bothering to change, and a half an hour later the Beverly Hills Police were at my door because a neighbor had reported a suspicious stranger lurking around Ross Martin's house. I had to peel off my beard to prove who I was.” HomeHouseHoursHalfDoorsProvePicksPoliceScriptsStrangerNeighborHillsBotherAfternoonSuspiciousBeardLurkingBeverly Hills Author:Ross Martin
“I live in the Hollywood Hills. When I see a cop driving around there, I actually assume that he has my best interests at heart and that he has the best interests of my property at heart. I think if you'd go to Pasadena, they'd say the same thing. And I think if you knocked on doors in Glendale and asked them, they'd say the same thing.” IfsThinkingHeartInterestDoorsHollywoodAssumingPropertyDrivingHillsCopBest Interests At HeartPasadenaHollywood Hills Author:Quentin Tarantino