Money always ends up making you blue.

Its really hard to be roommates with people if your suitcases are much better than theirs.

She wasn't doing a thing that I could see, except standing there leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together.

One day a long time from now you'll cease to care anymore whom you please or what anybody has to say about you. That's when you'll finally produce the work you're capable of.

Make sure you marry someone who laughs at the same things you do.

I do not wear my emotions on my sleeve. I was once described by my own son Stephen as an emotional ostrich.

I am a kind of paranoid in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy.

I don't even like old cars. I'd rather have a goddam horse. A horse is at least human, for God's sake.

And I can't be running back and fourth forever between grief and high delight.

It's funny. All you have to do is say something nobody understands and they'll do practically anything you want them to.

The worst thing that being an artist could do to you would be that it would make you slightly unhappy constantly.

Through the dense din, I say, we heard him shout"I see your lights!" But ours had long died out.

A goal ensures progress. But one gets much further without a goal.

Incidentally, it’s easy to write prescriptions, but difficult to come to an understanding with people.

A single act of kindness throws out roots in all directions, and the roots spring up and make new trees.

This is such a pivotal moment in my life! I'm transitioning as a woman, and I'm finally able to express myself as I am.

I truly believe there is a field of peace within and that it can be enlivened and brought to the surface to be enjoyed by all.

To confess your sins to God is not to tell [God] anything [God] doesn't already know. Until you confess them, however, they are the abyss between you. When you confess them, they become the bridge.

Life is not fair and people are not equal.

Play the gayest tunes in your books, play them loud and keep on playing them, and never mind if a bullet goes through a trombone, or even a trombonist, now and then.