Death Always Leaves One Singer To Mourn.

Most People Won't Realise That Writing Is A Craft. You Have To Take Your Apprenticeship In It Like Anything Else.

There Has Been A Marvelous Joyous Carnival Of Mourning For Edith Piaf And Jean Coctaeau, And It Was Real! They Died As They Had Lived, With Style And Grace And Their Proper Eccentricity; And Paris Loves Anybody Who Can Live Anarchically And Be Delightful Entertainment At The Same Time. So Do I.

Love Must Be Learned Again And Again... Hate Needs No Instruction, But Waits Only To Be Provoked.

Every Young Artist Has To Do It One Way, His [or Her] Way, And The Hell With Patterns. Remember Who You Are And Where You Are And What You Are Doing.... And Never Take Advice, Including This.

In The Arts, You Simply Cannot Secure Your Bread And Your Freedom Of Action Too. You Cannot Be A Hostile Critic Of Society And Expect Society To Feed You Regularly.