She was desperate and she was choosey at the same time and, in a way, beautiful, but she didn't have quite enough going for her to become what she imagined herself to be.

Let' em learn or let' em die

Beware of those who seek constant crowds; they are nothing alone.

Drink from the well of yourself and begin again.

It was like any other relationship, there was jealousy on both sides, there were split-ups and reconciliations. There were also fragmented moments of great peace and beauty. I often tried to get away from her and she tried to get away from me but it was difficult: Cupid, in his strange way, was really there.

If I have any advice to anybody it's this: take up watercolor painting.

It’s hard to drink when you dance. And it’s hard to dance when you drink.