I'm just the mere shadow of my former selfishness. I crave the silhouette of your kiss.
I woke up and one of us was crying.
Sometimes I write notes that I have difficulty singing.
Happiness isn't a fortune in a cookie. It's deeper, wider, funnier, and more transporting than that.
I've had an unusual life. A life far removed from most people's experience.
People become so deeply attached to the sound of one period that they blow a fuse when you move on. I've heard people complain bitterly about recordings they haven't even heard.