I sometimes have the feeling you've been here a long time, more than one lifetime, and that you've dwelt in private places none of the rest of us has even dreamed about.

Analysis destroys wholes. Some things, magic things, are meant to stay whole. If you look at their pieces, they go away.

We have both lost ourselves and created something else, something that exists only as an interlacing of the two of us.

The curse of modern times is the preponderance of male hormones in places where they can do long-term damage. Even if were not talking about wars between nations or assaults on nature, there's still that aggressiveness that keeps us apart from each other and the problems we need to be working on.

The market kills more artistic passion than anything else.

Anyone who can feel that way about a woman is worth lovin himself.

The reality is not exactly what the song started out to be, but it's not a bad song.