Happiness is the best facelift.

I do have this reputation for being a serious person.

Elusive dreams and vague desires fanned to fiery needs by deadly deeds of falling empires.

I see bodies as individual things.

I didn't like the sound of people gasping at the mere mention of my name. It horrified me...

I know my generation - a lot of them, they're getting old now, and they want to think back fondly, they want to kid themselves. A lot of them think, 'Yeah, we were the best.' That's the kiss of death. That's non-growth. And also that's very bad for the world.

I met a woman She had a mouth like yours She knew your life She knew your devils and your deeds And she said "Go to him, stay with him if you can But be prepared to bleed