My parents were very well read. They were both New Englanders, not highly educated, but they had a sophisticated... they were both very humanistic, and they were sophisticated readers.

I'd never had people drive me around, and then all of a sudden, if a car didn't come, I'd say, "Where's my car?"

He dreamed of amassing musicians from all over the world in Woodstock and they would sit in a field in a circle and play and play. It didn't matter what key or tempo or what melody, they would keep on playing through their discordance until they found a common language.

I've lost many, many friends through natural causes, through alcohol, through drugs, through AIDS. And every time I lose a friend or a loved one, it reminds me how great life is.

The only way I can lose my mind in bed is to destroy myself in a fantasy.

People need space to air out their thoughts, to have a sense of themselves - unfettered by anything.

I don't think anything can prepare you for one's losses.