Once you've fallen from classical virtue, won't have a soul for to wake up and hold you.

When it came to using elements of your personal life in your work, my mother was the master, or the mistress. There were three or four songs she wrote about my father - songs about failed love.

Once you've fallen from classical virtue, won't have a soul for to wake up and hold you.

For me, the iPhone is harder than reading Faust.

One day you will come to Montauk and see your dad playing the piano And see your other dad wearing glasses Hope that you will want to stay for a while Don't worry I know you'll have to go

I will take my coffee black / never snack / hang with the wolves who are sheepish.

My mother and father could not handle even me being gay. We never talked about it really.