Liquor is one way out an’ death’s the other.

Sorrow makes for sincerity, I think.

Life is an unanswered question, but let's still believe in the dignity and importance of the question.

I'm much more conscious of historical events since the '60s. In the '60s, I was insulated by my own addictions, my own lifestyle, from what was going on in the world. After I recovered I was amazed at certain people who had died. I hadn't noticed that they had gone. Not friends ... I'm talking about public figures who had passed away.

Why is it so damn hard for people to talk?

How beautiful it is and how easily it can be broken.

Security is a kind of death.