I have a simple philosophy. Fill what's empty. Empty what's full. And scratch where it itches.
Of all noises, I think music is the least disagreeable.
Our own physical body possesses a wisdom which we who inhabit the body lack.
The toughest question has always been, "How do you get your ideas?" How do you answer that? It's like asking runners how they run, or singers how they sing. They just do it!
Each individual woman's body demands to be accepted on its own terms.
Worrying about them always struck me as about as useful as worrying about getting hit by lightning.
Even if you're on the right track, you'll get run over if you just sit there.
For the most part, fear is nothing but an illusion. When you share it with someone else, it tends to disappear.
The dead might as well try to speak to the living as the old to the young.