I do like Italian graves; they look so much more lived in.

One can live in the shadow of an idea without grasping it.

Silences have a climax, when you have got to speak.

When you love someone all your saved up wishes start coming out.

Jealousy is no more than feeling alone against smiling enemies.

Some people are molded by their admirations, others by their hostilities.

We are minor in everything but our passions.

Pity the selfishness of lovers: it is brief, a forlorn hope; it is impossible.

Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat.

It is not helpful to help a friend by putting coins in his pockets when he has got holes in his pockets.

Disappointment tears the bearable film off life.

No one could have imagined a place like Havana, Cuba. It is absurdly contradictory, always arguing with itself over whether it is audacious or meek, heroic or stupid, beautiful or abhorrent.

All that hatred down there, " he said, "all that hatred and misery and love. It's a wonder it doesn't blow the avenue apart.

I used to be embarrassed by my mom, but now I know what she is—she’s a hero.

Your friends will notice at once that glib vacuities fail to impress, and hate you, and tell lies about you. It's worth it.

An ametuer is an artist who supports himself with outside jobs which enable him to paint. A professional is someone whose wife works to enable him to paint.

I drive a Mustang. A 2005 five-speed GT convertible.

Friendship based solely upon gratitude is like a photograph; with time it fades.

I'm actively going out onto the porch and noodling around on my guitar.

Love of another is merely empty flattery and self-deception for one who cannot accept himself without pretense.

Politics should be about politics, not tribal ties