This mangled, smutted semi-world hacked out Of dirt . . . It is not possible for the moon To blot this with its dove-winged blendings.

True villains are extremely photogenic.

All the great things have been denied and we live in an intricacy of new and local mythologies, political, economic, poetic, which are asserted with an ever-enlarging incoherence.

The day of the sun is like the day of a king. It is a promenade in the morning, a sitting on the throne at noon, a pageant in the evening.

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.

The imagination is one of the forces of nature.

Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.

The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.

The way through the world is more difficult to find than the way beyond it.

I do not know which to prefer - The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling Or just after.

It is not everyday that the world arranges itself into a poem.

Facts must be faced. Vegetables simply don't taste as good as most other things do.

A woman without a man -- a condition of 'manlessness' -- is defined as alone. But a single mother is less alone than the average housewife.

Let no man, in whatever rank or superiority, control your mind and tell you what to do

I don't have to compete in the charts. I can just be myself as a musician, a songwriter and play with the musicians that I really love.

What are my sources of strength? My husband and my three kids, my health-care team, and my religion.

In a world where globalisation wants to turn everybody into the same thing, I think that anything that allows you to go to another place or be in another world has got to be celebrated.

Sometimes people think, "You don't get to have it all, you don't get to be happy, life's a struggle," but what if it's not?

I determine nothing; I do not comprehend things; I suspend judgment; I examine.

I'm not stopping. My dream has come true, and I'm staying.

Regret isn't going to get me anywhere. It's like being obsessed with something. It doesn't bring you anywhere.