I see myself as Rhoda, not Mary Tyler Moore.

How different each death is, and yet it leads us into the self-same country, that country which we inhabit so rarely, where we see the worthlessness of what we have long pursued and will so soon return to pursuing.

We can only learn to love by loving.

The bottomless bitter misery of childhood: how little even now it is understood. Probably no adult misery can be compared with a child's despair.

All artists dream of a silence which they must enter, as some creatures return to the sea to spawn.

Nothing is more beautifully and acceptably self-assertive than good singing.

Most real relationships are involuntary.