Love is a very hard feeling to keep alive. It's a very fragile plant.

My life came down to being a granny and watching a lot of television.

You have this mounting aggressive ignorance with the rabbit's foot of their particular religion. You don't really have any kind of spiritual law, just a kind of a rabid mental illness. The songs are a little slice of life.

My husband had an education. He had a degree in Literature. I married into a camp of literary types.

Rachmaninoff made a musician out of me. His 'Rhapsody on a Theme by Paganini' was the piece that sent me into raptures. It spoke to me. To me, it was a tender entreaty for the misunderstood.

Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels The dizzy dancing way you feel As every fairy tale comes real I've looked at love that way.

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