I have often prayed for you like this Let me have her

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

I told the truth, I didn't come to fool you

[Prozac] didn't seem to have any effect whatsoever on my melancholy, my dark vision, and everything else that I'd taken it for.

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

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.