My hairdresser and I found ourselves shopping at Bloomingdale's with nothing to do for days.
Farmers are philosophical. They have learned that it is less wearing to shrug than to beat their breasts.
There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you. . . . In spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other; only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself.
Only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself.
Working in the garden. . . gives me a profound feeling of inner peace. Nothing here is in a hurry. There is no rush toward accomplishment, no blowing of trumpets. Here is the great mystery of life and growth. Everything is changing, growing, aiming at something, but silently, unboastfully, taking its time.
I love spring anywhere, but if I could choose I would always greet in a garden.
Working in the garden gives me something beyond the enjoyment of the senses. It gives me a profound feeling of inner peace.
You don't stop laughing because you grow older. You grow older because you stop laughing.
The nice thing about being on stage is it's not that I know what to do, but I have a very clear feeling that anything I do is OK. All I'm up there to do is express how I feel. Any way I choose to do that is fine.
We've got a dictatorial president and a Justice Department that does not want Congress involved. Your guy's acting like he's king. His dad was at a 90 percent approval rating and he lost! And the same thing can happen to him!
My songs are about not knowing who to be and not knowing how to act.