Chicago has so much excellent architecture that they feel obliged to tear some of it down now and then and erect terrible buildings just to help us all appreciate the good stuff.

Don't you think it's better to be extremely happy for a short while, even if you lose it, than to be just okay for your whole life?

There is only one page left to write on. I will fill it with words of only one syllable. I love. I have loved. I will love.

It's hard being left behind. (...) It's hard to be the one who stays.

Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion.

I won't ever leave you, even though you're always leaving me.

It’s dark now and I am very tired. I love you, always. Time is nothing.

Why is love intensified by absence?

Think for a minute, darling: in fairy tales it's always the children who have the fine adventures. The mothers have to stay at home and wait for the children to fly in the window.

I never understood why Clark Kent was so hell bent on keeping Lois Lane in the dark.

I think about my mother singing after lunch on a Summer afternoon, twirling in blue dress across the floor of her dressing room

Truth will keep on telling the truthLies will lie to be more uncouthNo more rainbow after the stormNowhere to escape leaving the norm

And so the result of several years of Everybody Shareskyism, other than slaughtering people, is for everybody to stand around and stare blankly at each other.

Stiff-necked fools, you think you are cool to deny me for simplicity.

There has always been a certain romanticism associated with the airline business. We must avoid its perpetuation at Eastern at all costs.

A student of mine is an actor, he used to go into these interviews and sometimes not get the part. He was "taken out". Someone would use power in a way that would cause him not to succeed

In a meat-eating world, wearing leather for shoes and clothes and even handbags, the discussion of fur is childish.

I was a veteran, before I was a teenager.

There are so many people I look up to and I try to watch some sort of video or interview every day, with an artist who does inspire me.

As the snake is separate from its slough, even so is the Spirit separate from the body.

O for a lodge in a garden of cucumbers! O for an iceberg or two at control! O for a vale that at midday the dew cumbers! O for a pleasure trip up to the pole!