Fare thee well my nightingale, I lived but to be near you. Thow you are singing somewhere still I can no longer hear you.

I greet you from the other side of sorrow and despair, with a love so vast and shattered it will reach you everywhere.

Maybe the culture is [particularly] shabby now. Maybe it's because I'm over sixty, that I can feel that about everything.

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

I don't trust my inner feelings, inner feelings come and go.

It's hard to be serious about so many things. [Look at the whole emphasis] on the charts, if you're a songwriter.

even damnation is poisoned with rainbows.