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

I love you when I forget about me.

everything comes and goes; pleasure moves on too early and trouble leaves too slow

But now old friends are acting strange They shake their heads, they say I've changed Well something's lost, but something's gained In living every day

I could drink a case of you, darlin'...and I would still be on my feet, yes I would still be on my feet.

At the point where I'm trying to force something and it's not happening, and I'm getting frustrated with, say, writing a poem, I can go and pick up the brushes and start painting. At the point where the painting seems to not be going anywhere, I go and pick up the guitar.

I loved Debussy, Stravinsky, Chopin, Tchaikovsky, anything with romantic melodies, especially the nocturnes. Nietzsche was a hero, especially with Thus Spoke Zarathustra. He gets a bad rap; hes very misunderstood. Hes a maker of individuals, and he was a teacher of teachers.