May you be surrounded by friends and family, and if this is not your lot, may the blessings find you in your solitude.

The Maestro says it's Mozart but it sounds like bubble gum when you're waiting for the miracle to come.

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

Everybody knows that the boat is leaking. Everybody knows the captain lied. Everybody got this broken feeling, like their father or their dog just died. Everybody talking to their pockets. Everybody wants a box of chocolates and a long-stem rose. Everybody knows.

You can keep the body as well-oiled and receptive as possible, but whether you're actually going to be able to go for the long haul is really not your own choice.

When things get really bad, just raise your glass and stamp your feet and do a little jig. That's about all you can do.

We are not mad. We are human.We want to love, and someone must forgive us for the paths we take to love, for the paths are many and dark, and we are ardent and cruel in our journey.