“It wasnt you, it wasnt me,Up there, two thousand feet aboveA New York street. Were safe and free,A little while, to live and love,Imagining what might have been The phone-call from the blazing towe...”

“Another Christmas PoemBlood Christmas, here again.Let us raise a loving cup:Peace on earth, goodwill to men,And make them do the washing-up.”

“Possibly I've become less funny as I've been happier.”

“It wasn’t you, it wasn’t me,Up there, two thousand feet aboveA New York street. We’re safe and free,A little while, to live and love,Imagining what might have been –The phone-call from the blazing ...”

“I am neither male nor female, nor am I sexless. I am the Peaceful One, whose form is self-effulgent, powerful radiance.”

“You have peace," the old woman said, "when you make it with yourself.”

“Peace cannot be achieved through violence, it can only be attained through understanding.”

“There are many things that make a man irritable when he arrives home from work in the evening and a sensible wife will usually notice the storm-signals and will leave him alone until he simmers down.”

“Oblivion, she thought. That was the world she lived in. It was what they should name some countries, towns, and places.”

“A lot of men wouldn't like being called a romantic. It's not macho enough.'Quite often men are fools.”

“The list below begins to illustrate how different personalities can be assigned to different vocal qualities . . .”

“Start by loving, instead of needing.”

“Loving money is more of a problem for those who do not have it.”