I have loved you woman as surely as I have named you rust and sand and nylon.

The Artist," an ancient sage had once said, "is always sitting on the doorsteps of the rich.

I'm not the cruel type, but they are, and that's the secret.

I like the way Mahler wandered about in his music and still retained his passion. He must have looked like an earthquake walking down the street.

They were beautiful nothings

For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can't readily accept the God formula, the big answers don't remain stonewritten. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.

Love is a horse with a broken leg trying to stand while 45,000 people watch.