The Vores Third Quartet is a terrific piece that brings disparate components into harmony. . . it's celebratory, imaginative, touching, and fun.

Waltes is still played, which is a bowl and dice game that's traditional for this area.

Vores's settings fit Torgove's voice like a knife's sheath; they are alert to the harmony of every poem and to every shift of tonality within.

Doing without will wear on you until temptation is stronger than character, sometimes.

But the truth is, nothing delights me more than a biography of one of the truly great that proves he or she was an absolute shit.

Don’t ever yell at me. I don’t yell, so talk to me in a regular voice.

Boxing is smoky halls and kidneys battered until they bleed.

When you have nothing to say, sing it.

My mom really instilled in me that I'm beautiful and I can do anything, and I echo that now with my own girls.

The truth may hurt, but love helps ease the pain.

New York in a way functions as another character within the story, as it does within most of Woody Allen's stories.

What a sublime doctrine it is, that goodness cherished now is eternal life already entered on!

The idea of dancing to bad house music is something I could never get behind.