My theory is that the world is a difficult place to live in and distraction is the name of the game.

What's the world for you if you can't make it up the way you want it?

For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.

Me and you, we got more yesterday than anybody. We need some kind of tomorrow.

We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the measure of our lives.

I don't think anybody cares about unwed mothers unless they're black or poor. The question is not morality, the question is money. That's what we're upset about.

Lonely was much better than alone.