The road to love is littered by the bones of other ones, who by the magic of the moment were mysteriously undone.

If there's a reason for the way that life is I'd like to find it. After all, who's life is it?

My parents got my sister and I to go to church and have piano lessons. We were keen and they could see that.

Be calm in the face of all common disgraces.

Think about the fool who by his virtue can be found in a most unusual situation playing jester to the clown.

I can see her lying back in her faded dress in a room where do what you don't confess.

I can remember sitting in a cabin outside of Denver writing that with a can of soup on the stove.