I get the news I need on the weather report And I have nothing to do today but smile.
Someone could walk into this room and say your life is on fire.
Time it was And what a time it was, it was A time of innocence A time of confidences Long ago it must be I have a photograph Preserve your memories They’re all that’s left you.
And you read your emily dickinson, And I my robert frost. And we note our place with bookmarkers That measure what weve lost.
Given all the facts that I’m young and I’m in good health and I’m famous – that I have talent, I have money – given all these facts, I want to know why I’m so unhappy.
She said a good day ain’t got no rain She said a bad day is when I lie in the bed And I think of things that might have been.
I want to rid my heart of envy, and cleanse my soul of rage before I’m through.
I sort of recognize it, as opposed to shaping it. Oh, that’s a good idea, that’s a good line. I wonder where I can use that. And when you get into a rhyme group like ‘not,’ you got a lot of rhymes, you got a lot of choices. The more you do it, the luckier you get.
The words come. Usually, it’s a long time before they come. And then when they start to come, it doesn’t take so long for it to be finished. It takes a long time to begin. And then it sort of gets finished.
Nor is it strange That after changes upon changes, we are more or less the same.
I always get very calm with baseball.
It’s very helpful to start with something that’s true. If you start with something that’s false, you’re always covering your tracks. Something simple and true, that has a lot of possibilities, is a nice way to begin.
Who’s gonna love you when your looks are gone?
I think I have a superior brain and an inferior stature, if you really want to get brutal about it.
And I must be what I must be and face tomorrow.
I don’t feel any pressure from fans. But I’m always in some kind of state of emotional turmoil. I would not describe myself as happy-go-lucky. That’s not to say that I’m not happy.
The public hungers to see talented young people kill themselves.
I question what emotion Manilow touches. People are entertained by him. But are they emotionally moved? I don’t believe anything that Barry Manilow sings.
Then she kissed me and I realized she probably was right, there must be fifty ways to leave your lover.
I rate each album as better than the last one. That’s how I see it.