I Am Not Meant To Be Alone

You Don't Know What It Is To Store Up A Lot Of Details And Then Come Upon Something Real.

The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter.

Nothing Is So Musical As The Sound Of Pouring Bourbon For The First Drink On A Sunday Morning. Not Bach Or Schubert Or Any Of Those Masters.

There's Nothing That Makes You So Aware Of The Improvisation Of Human Existence As A Song Unfinished. Or An Old Address Book.

Falling In Love Is The Easiest Thing In The World. It's Standing In Love That Matters.