English, I know you ... you are German with a license to kill.

A sip of wine, a cigarette, And then it’s time to go. I tidied up the kitchenette; I tuned the old banjo. I’m wanted at the traffic-jam. They’re saving me a seat.

I think there's an appetite for seriousness. Seriousness is voluptuous, and very few people have allowed themselves the luxury of it.

I've often said if I knew where the good songs came from, I'd go there more often.

I don't have any spiritual strategy.

Let judges secretly despair of justice: their verdicts will be more acute. Let generals secretly despair of triumph; killing will be defamed. Let priests secretly despair of faith: their compassion will be true.

I don't remember lighting this cigarette and I don't remember if I'm here alone or waiting for someone.