I love many kinds of music: world music, jazz, classical, pop.

Death is no enemy, but the foundation of gratitude, sympathy, and art. Of all life's pleasures, only love owes no debt to death.

The story it told was unremarkable: a tale of love found and lost- the oldest story in the world. The only story.

I pray I die before they day comes when I do not know if my sons are infants or grandfathers.

There's nothing quite like a real . . . train conductor to add color to a quotidian commute

I could not get my fill of looking. There should be a song for women to sing at this moment or a prayer to recite. But perhaps there is none because there are no words strong enough to name that moment.

The real Mary Poppins got lost when Hollywood turned her into a cream puff.