We wanted, it seemed, what we already had, a lover and a friend to create with, side by side. To be loyal, yet be free.
Sometimes I get lost in watching a film. The sorrow, or the frustration, is when it doesn't happen for a long time.
Toyland, toyland . . . once you pass its portals you may never return again.
I didn't write about aspects of my public life because that's a small part of my life.
My sunglasses are like my guitar.
Grief starts to become indulgent, and it doesn't serve anyone, and it's painful. But if you transform it into remembrance, then you're magnifying the person you lost and also giving something of that person to other people, so they can experience something of that person.