Each city has its own culinary landscape.
My biggest fear is losing memory because memory is what we are. Your very soul and your very reason to be alive is tied up in memory.
If you got a trumpet, get on your feet, brother, and blow it!
I think there is a certain perversity in my music in that I continue, you know, to eat at the same ball of vomit year after year.
Out of sorrow entire worlds have been built out of longing great wonders have been willed they're only little tears darling let them spill and lay your head upon my shoulder.
It's a wonderful life if you can find it.
I love America. I really do. It's by far the place I like visiting out of anywhere in the world. I get a palpable sense of excitement when the plane's landing. It's a cliché, but there's still an incredible energy about New York in particular.
When we want to give expression to a dramatic situation in our lives, we tend to use metaphors of heaviness. We say that something has become a great burden to us. We either bear the burden or fail and go down with it, we struggle with it, win or lose. And Sabina - what had come over her? Nothing. She had left a man because she felt like leaving him. Had he persecuted her? Had he tried to take revenge on her? No. Her drama was a drama not of heaviness but of lightness. What fell to her lot was not the burden, but the unbearable lightness of being.
Poverty, when it is voluntary, is never despicable, but takes an heroical aspect.
About what mainly constituted what you ask, it was something other. It was just a certain inclination to meet people. And as far as possible, to change something in the other, but also to let me be changed by him. At any event, I had no resistance, I put no resistance to it. I already began as a young man. I felt I have not the right to want to change another if I am not open to be changed by him as far as it is legitimate.
It is remarkable that jealousy of individual property in land often goes along with very exaggerated doctrines of tribal or national property in land.