Some say love it is a river that drowns the tender reeds. Some say love, it is a razor that leaves your heart to bleed. Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need. I say love, it is a flower and you, its only seed.

[On Helen Reddy:] She ought to be arrested for loitering in front of an orchestra.

I try not to drink too much because when I'm drunk, I bite.

Do I understand this right? I'm being marked down?

You can't just have a clean public space - you also have to have people willing to use it, and something that will draw them in.

If you pick up a ukulele, it will make you unbelievably happy.

It's the Point of Your View that Decides What You See - / One Man's Flop Is Another Man's Hit. / From Manners to Movies, the Picture Keeps Changing / Depending Upon Where You Sit.