But all the time-no matter what she was doing-there was music.

Imagination takes humility, love and great courage.

The most fatal thing a man can do is try to stand alone.

I got to wear blinders all the time so I won't think sideways or in the past.

And the curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being loved is intolerable to many.

There's nothing that makes you so aware of the improvisation of human existence as a song unfinished. Or an old address book.

The dimensions of a work of art are seldom realized by the author until the work is accomplished. It is like a flowering dream. Ideas grow, budding silently, and there are a thousand illuminations coming day by day as the work progresses. A seed grows in writing as in nature. The seed of the idea is developed by both labor and the unconscious, and the struggle that goes on between them.