As the mist leaves no scar On the dark green hill So my body leaves no scar On you and never will

Other people singing my songs is something that I've never been casual about. I've always been very touched by it and I always go into immediate critical suspension.

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

Any startling piece of work has a subversive element in it, a delicious element often. Subversion is only disagreeable when it manifests in political or social activity.

We are awakening from the dream of isolation, from the dream of loneliness, and it's a terrible shock.

We all are motivated by deep impulses and deep appetites to serve, even though we may not be able to locate that which we are hoping to serve. So this is just a part of my nature and I think everybody else's nature to offer oneself at the critical moment when the emergency becomes articulate. It's only then that we can locate that willingness to serve.

Love is the only engine of survival