Alcohol has its own well-know defects as a medication for depression but no one has ever suggested - ask any doctor - that it is not the most effective anti-anxiety agent yet known.

Do not whine... Do not complain. Work harder. Spend more time alone.

Memories are what you no longer want to remember.

I tell you this true story just to prove that I can. That my frailty has not yet reached a point at which I can no longer tell a true story.

We still counted happiness and health and love and luck and beautiful children as "ordinary blessings.

When we talk about mortality we are talking about our children.

...the child trying not to appear as a child, of the strenuousness with which she tried to present the face of a convincing adult.

I invent a reason for the Hertz attendant to start the rental car.I am seventy-five years old: this is not the reason I give.

Aging and its evidence remain life's most predictable events, yet they also remain matters we prefer to leave unmentioned, unexplored.

Medicine, I have reason since to notice more than once, remains an imperfect art.

I know what the fear is.The fear is not for what is lost.What is lost is already in the wall.What is lost is already behind the locked doors.The fear is for what is still to be lost.

Some dream it, some do it, some do both.

Words are the key, the books are the door.

Arthur and Fred—” “I’m George, ” said the twin at whom Moody was pointing. “Can’t you even tell us apart when we’re Harry?” “Sorry, George—” “I’m only yanking your wand, I’m Fred really—

I wanted to play rock and roll when I started playing. Nobody at that time ever thought about songwriting. You sang songs, that's all. You sang other people's songs. That's all there were.

I always hung around older dudes. I feel like I was more wise and I just had more knowledge of what was going on.

"The Moderately Talented..." is just a commentary on the conflict that happens when a young artist girl looks up to you, but you're attracted to them in a different way than they are to you.

Obscurity can be a fire of ambition in those who have stalwart souls

In his state of complete powerlessness the individual perceives the time he has left to live as a brief reprieve.

I used to think all poets were Byronic Mad, bad and dangerous to know. And then I met a few. See Lamb 486:25.

Seek goodness everywhere, and when it is found, bring it out of its hiding place and let it be free and unashamed.