It was so much easier to be alone, if one could find just the right location.

But music is, at the very minimum, inflammatory, exclusionary, divisive, encouraging of snobbery and solipsism.

You deicde, and you make our night what you want. Brilliant and ours. Stupid and theirs.

There are few things more pleasing than the contemplation of order and useful arrangement.

How much of life could he spend aching? Aching is not a stable condition; it must resolve into something

Love is not sufficient. It never has been. Stories that claim otherwise are lies. There's always SOMETHING after happily ever after.

Maria, groaning for scraps, would drape his head on my feet as I ate, trying to camouflage himself as my napkin or the rug.

Our thoughts and our happiness are inseparable. Our happiness depends on our thoughts.

Ah, there, " said Morgan, "that comed of sp'iling Bibles.""That comes--as you call it--of being arrant asses, " retorted the doctor.

It's a melting pot, southern Africa. You find these cultural collisions that result in art and music, and it's pretty amazing.

I have exactly as much rhythm as you think I have.

Why, listening to Obama talk about his economic triumphs over the last three years might make you want to move to the country he was describing. Too bad that country exists primarily in his own head.

Yes there were 15 to 20 terrorists. We managed to capture both of them!

It is wiser to find out than to suppose.

Every woman thinks herself attractive; even the plainest is satisfied with the charms she deems that she possesses.

We don't beat the Reaper by living longer. We beat the Reaper by living well.

You learn to read the audiences after a while, and there are all different kinds of gigs.