I've looked at life from both sides now...from win and lose, and still somehow it's life's illusions I recall I really don't know life at all.

Heaven's full of astronauts and the Lord's on death row.

I don't understand why Europeans and South Americans can take more sophistication. Why is it that Americans need to hear their happiness major and their tragedy minor, and as jazzy as they can handle is a seventh chord? Are they not experiencing complex emotions?

people will tell you were they have gone, they'll tell you where to go, but until you get there for yourself you never really know.

When the spirit of child's play enters into the creative process, it's a wonderful force and something to be nurtured.

I hang my laundry on the line when I write.

Fly silly sea bird, no dreams can possess you, no voices can blame you for sun on your wings.