The duty of lovers is to tarnish the Golden Rule

even damnation is poisoned with rainbows.

I try to make those references. I try to make sure that they're not too obscure. But outside of that, I dare not claim anything in the spiritual realm for my own.

The wars they will be fought again The holy dove be caught again bought and sold and bought again; the dove is never free.

The last refuge of the insomniac is a sense of superiority to the sleeping world.

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."

A community is an alibi for the failure of individual love.