What [Prozac] does is completely annihilate the sexual drive, so the question of passion hardly arises.

The art of longing's over, and it's never coming back.

There's a deep tribal aspect to my own nature. So when I'm in contact with those deep resources, of course I feel a very special kind of nourishment.

I try to make those references. I try to make sure that they're not too obscure. But outside of that, I dare not claim anything in the spiritual realm for my own.

I read with some amusement my reputation as a ladies' man. My friends are amused by that, too, because they know my life.

It's the notion that there is no perfection - that there is a broken world and we live with broken hearts and broken lives but still there is no alibi for anything. On the contrary, you have to stand up and say hallelujah under those circumstances.

The dreamers ride against the men of action. Oh see the men of action falling back.