Some people like neat suburbs. I always am attracted to the rundown and the old and the offbeat.

Love is a haunting melody that I have never mastered, and I fear I never will.

You know a real friend? Someone you know will look after your cat after you are gone.

For years I wondered why dreams are so often dull when related, and this morning I find the answer, which is very simple - like most answers, you have always known it: No context ... like a stuffed animal set on the floor of a bank.

Like Spain, I am bound to the past.

In Mexico your wishes have a dream power. When you want to see someone, he turns up.

Perhaps all pleasure is only relief.