Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove Dance me to the end of love.

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

Something I wrote quite a few years ago was, "The voices in my head, they don't care what I do, they just want to argue the matter through and through." It is a common mistake, to think you're going to go into some kind of spiritual practice and you're going to be relieved of the human burdens, from human crosses like thought, jealousy, despair - in fact, if anything, these feelings are amplified.

I've never thought of myself as a singer anyway. . . I've been free from those considerations because so many people over the years told me I don't have a voice. I kind of bought that. I never thought that much about it to begin with. I knew I didn't have one of the great voices. As my Damon Runyanesque lawyer used to say, "none of you guys can sing. If I want to hear singing, I'll go to the Metropolitan Opera."

First of all nothing will happen and a little later nothing will happen again.

We are ugly but we have the music.

It's four in the morning, the end of december I'm writing you now just to see if you're better.