When you love someone it is forever, or it was never really love at all.
The world news might not be therapeutic.
High high in the hills , high in a pine tree bed. She's tracing the wind with that old hand, counting the clouds with that old chant, Three geese in a flock one flew east one flew west one flew over the cuckoo's nest
Don't say it...I've seen too many loves sundered by too much needless honesty.
Ocean, Ocean I'll beat you in the end.
The job is to seek mystery, evoke mystery, plant a garden in which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom. The need for mystery is greater than the need for an answer.