The chromatic scale is what you use to give the effect of drinking a quinine martini and having an enema simultaneously.

Deprivation is for me what daffodils were for Wordsworth.

I have no enemies. But my friends don't like me.

How little our careers express what lies in us, and yet how much time they take up. It's sad, really.

I have a sense of melancholy isolation, life rapidly vanishing, all the usual things. It's very strange how often strong feelings don't seem to carry any message of action

I feel the only thing you can do about life is to preserve it, by art if you're an artist, by children if you're not.

As a child, I thought I hated everybody, but when I grew up I realized it was just children I didn't like.

What will survive of us is love.

Sexual intercourse began in 1963 ... / Between the end of the Chatterley ban/ and the Beatles first LP

Things are tougher than we are, just As earth will always respond However we mess it about.

Man hands on misery to man. It deepens like a coastal shelf. Get out as early as you can, And don't have any kids yourself.

It is worth starting with visions, though, because they establish hopes and fears. History then determines which prevail.

Pain could be killed. Sadness could not, but the drugs did shut its mouth for a time.

I will cut investments in unproven missile defense systems.

It's a relief now to be able to stand next to my godfather and finally feel like I've accomplished something in the game of baseball.

Politics? Ha! You couldn't get into politics. You couldn't get in anywhere. You couldn't even get in the men's room at the Astor!

Detroit, the heart of the country... I grew up on 10 Mile, 2 miles better than 8 Mile.

No thought, no mind, no choice — just being silent, rooted in yourself.

The world is a divine dream, from which we may presently awake to the glories and certainties of day.

I'm afraid they've left their legs at home.

Into my heart's treasury I slipped a coin That Time cannot take Nor a thief purloin- O better than the minting Of a gold-crowned king Is the safe-kept memory Of a lovely thing.