Death Always Leaves One Singer To Mourn.

I Have No Patience With This Dreadful Idea That Whatever You Have In You Has To Come Out, That You Can't Suppress True Talent. People Can Be Destroyed; They Can Be Bent, Distorted, And Completely Crippled. In Spite Of All The Poetry, All The Philosophy To The Contrary, We Are Not Really Masters Of Our Fate.

I Think I've Only Spent About Ten Percent Of My Energies On Writing. The Other Ninety Percent Went To Keeping My Head Above Water.

I Specialize In What The French Call La Petite Histoire. I Am Interested In The Individual Thumbprint.

There Is No Such Thing As An Exact Synonym And No Such Thing As An Unmixed Motive.

You Are Right, None Of Us Live Enough, And Sometimes I Think It Is Because We Mistake Hurrah And Hullabaloo For Experience, We Get A Sock In The Eye And Think It Is A Broken Heart.