These days I seem to think about the things I forgot to do for you and all the times I had a chance to.

When you've found another soul who see's in to your own...take good care of each other..and remember to be kind.

Forget what life used to be, you are what you choose to be. It's whatever it is you see that life will become.

Like, What is the least often heard sentence in the English language? That would be: Say, isn't that the banjo player's Porsche parked outside?

Lighten up while you still can, don't even try to understand. Just find a place to make your stand, and take it easy.

Don't confront me with my failures, I had not forgotten them.

You would think with all the genius and the brilliance of these times, we might find a higher purpose and a better use of mind.

No matter how close to yours another's steps have grown, in the end there is one dance you'll do alone.

We may lose and we may win, but we will never be here again.

I want to find myself a girl who can show me what laughter means, and we'll fill in the missing numbers in each others paint-by-numbers dreams.

I've been aware of the time passing by they say in the end it's the wink of an eye and when the morning light comes streaming in you'll get up and do it again

Carmen will always be free.

We had everything: love, attention, the best money could buy, but we were taught that we had to first give to then receive.

And I'll know my song well before I start singing

It's always been the children who have saved the universe from the previous generation and remade the universe in their own image.

Writing books is certainly a most unpleasant occupation. It is lonesome, unsanitary, and maddening. Many authors go crazy.

I'm told [ Zulfikar Ali] Bhutto is ambitious. I hope he's very ambitious; ambition may help him see reality.

I love reading. I'm fortunate enough to have signed books by Faulkner, Steinbeck, Thomas Pynchon.

The intolerant can be viewed as free-riders, as persons who seek the advantages of just institutions while not doing their share to uphold them.

Why do we love certain homes, and why do they seem to love us? It is the warmth of our individual hearts reflected in our surroundings.

There's husbandry in heaven; Their candles are all out.