The cutting of the gem has to be finished before you can see whether it shines.

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

It's not a cry you can hear at night. It's not somebody who has seen the light. It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah.

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

One is given to self-dramatization from time to time. I intend to live forever.

It doesn't matter how anything happens.

I don't have a television set up [in the mountains], of course, but I find I don't miss it at all, or the newspaper. I've sneaked a radio into by cabin, but I find I turn it on very rarely.