I have faced Death. I have been caught in the wild weed tangles of Her hair, seen the gleam of her jade eyes. I will go when it is time - no choice! - but now I want life.

You want to know about anybody? See what books they read, and how they've been read.

But hands are sacred things. Touch is personal, fingers of love, feelers of blind eyes, tongues of those who cannot talk.

I am in limbo, and in limbo there are no races, no prizes, no changes, no chances. There are merely degrees of endurance, and endurance never was my strong point.

There is a time, when passing through a light, that you walk in your own shadow.

It's the possibility that when you're dead you might still go on hurting that bothers me.

I am not dead yet! I can still call forth a piece of soul and set it down in color, fixed forever.

The smarter you are, the more you know, the less reason you have to trust or love or confide.

I am exceedingly angry for no good reason.

Wars of small kingdoms and forgotten lands, what do chessmen dream of in the dark?

The company you keep at death is, of all things, most dependent on chance.

In raining bullets on those silent faces, already turned away from this world, you think you are disfiguring the face of our truth.

Flowers are the music of the earth.

My college degree was in theater. But the real reason, if I have any success in that milieu, so to speak, is because I spent a lot of years directing, I spent a lot of years behind the camera

Sailing is necessary, living is not necessary.

Our aim is a democratic peace.

Time, like a preacher in the days of the Puritans, turned the hour-glass on his high pulpit, the church belfry.

I'm not buying a boat because of writing skits.

I'm looking forward to seeing more of the US, and hopefully spending some of the summer in Europe playing festivals. It's early days though, so who knows.

Of two evils, the lesser must always be chosen De duobus malis, minus est semper eligendum