Tim Brooke-Taylor: "The Times: Nothing Happened Yesterday

Dear God. Dear God. Why is this happening? I just want to go home.

I learned from that time period that, even though the past is always kind of right there, you can decide to start over with a loved one," Liz tells OWN. "I lost my mom, and we did not have enough connection at the time, and I was not going to let that happen again.

We've always grew up to hear the stories of the Nakba, we've never imagined that we would grow up to live it. It happened in 1948 because it wasn't televised, the world didn't know what's going on in Palestine. But now it's quite disgraceful that it's televised carnage and the world is literally watching.

Last year nothing happened / The year before nothing happened / And the year before that nothing happened.

As if there could be true stories: things happen in one way, and we retell them in the opposite way.

This doesn't make sense. They were all dead, the Prize was mine. How did this happen?

The biggest war for women's rights and human rights is happening in Iran. If you live on earth and remain silent, you will never be able to speak about women's rights again.

What happened to you, man? Did you get a head transplant?

Whatever happens in the country, whatever warfare harasses our land, we will never relinquish our hold on Western learning. As long as this school of ours stands, Japan remains a civilized nation of the world.

I will have to forego the car and even the aeroplane when I move from place to place, for the crowds pressing around them will be too huge; I will have to move across the sky; yes, that too will happen, believe Me.

Maybe everything bad that happens to you makes you weaker, and so you can stand less and less.

An event has happened, upon which it is difficult to speak, and impossible to be silent.

The physicists are getting down to the nitty-gritty, they've really just about pared things down to the ultimate details, and the last thing they ever expected to happen is happening. God is showing through.

Something traumatic happened to me when I was younger. I was with this old black woman, and she was very wise, very Alice Walker, The Color Purple...she looked at me and she says, "Baby...you know I used to be able to fly but I can't fly no more, baby. But baby, you...? You too fat to fly.

He's waiting in purgatory for the day of his rebirth... which happens to be this Thursday!