The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter.

But The Hearts Of Small Children Are Delicate Organs. A Cruel Beginning In This World Can Twist Them Into Curious Shapes.

How Can The Dead Be Truly Dead When They Still Live In The Souls Of Those Who Are Left Behind?

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.

Imagination Takes Humility, Love And Great Courage.

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