When I/Don’t know/What to say, /Let me/Listen.

Traffic is more of the in between time where we think more about where we are going than where we are at the moment.

Friendship is almost always the union of a part of one mind with a part of another people are friends in spots.

Conscience gets a lot of credit that belongs to cold feet.

Death must be got through as life had been, just somehow.

My class is not a three ring circus.

The mind seemed to grow giddy by looking so far into the abyss of time.

Because I'm so hands on here at work and always looking at fabrics you have to be mobile and as comfortable as possible.

I think there was no other profession for me. I was either going into an insane asylum or to be an actor.

That's what it is that you rehearse - the making of music, not the playing of notes as abstractions.

Did you ever have a sister? did you?