Rather nice night, after all. Stars are out and everything. Exceptionally tasty assortment of them.

Here's to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life.

I don’t want just words. If that’s all you have for me, you’d better go

Things are sweeter when they're lost. I know--because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly, Dot, and when I got it it turned to dust in my hand.

There was a kindliness about intoxication - there was that indescribable gloss and glamour it gave, like the memories of ephemeral and faded evenings.

Tired, tired with nothing, tired with everything, tired with the world’s weight he had never chosen to bear.

It was too late - everything was too late. For years now he had dreamed the world away, basing his decisions upon emotions unstable as water.

Art isn't meaningless... It is in itself. It isn't in that it tries to make life less so.

They were stars on this stage, each playing to an audience of two.

I had traded the fight against love for the fight against loneliness, the fight against life for the fight against death.

Experience is not worth the getting. It's not a thing that happens pleasantly to a passive you--it's a wall that an active you runs up against.

That is an artist as I love artists, modest in his needs: he really wants only two things, his bread and his art - panem et Circen.

Feb. 1, 1965Storm late at night, heavy rain, a thunderous racket, the windows shaking. I heard my name called. A woman’s voice in hell pleading with me to join her.

The anti-gun-violence movement was essentially asleep from 1994 to 2012, and during that time, the gun lobby built up enormous political power.

A life on the ocean wave! A home on the rolling deep, Where the scattered waters rave, And the winds their revels keep!

Fear is nonacceptance of what is.

How great love is, presence best trial makes, But absence tries how long this love will be.

People hang their hopes on you fitting into their CD collection in way that they have made a space for, but I'm playing a longer game than that.

Everytime I read 'Pride and Prejudice' I want to dig her up and beat her over the skull with her own shin-bone.

Wishes cannot be summoned up or kept away at will. They come from deeper within us than good or bad intentions. And they spring up unannounced.

I think the accusations are about Hillary Clinton taking money from countries that kill women.