“We've all made selfish, bad decisionsWe've all tried dishing out the blameConvinced our selves of our own actionsMy problem is I'll never changeIn doubt, some good comes outI'll fold before it's timeCan't promise you that it's my last time, yeah.”

“Yeah and it's over before you know itIt all goes by so fastYeah the bad nights take foreverAnd the good nights don't ever seem to last”

“My husband is my most ruthless critic... sometimes he will say, 'It's been said better before.' Of course it has. It's all been said better before. If I thought I had to say it better than anybody else, I'd never start. Better or worse is immaterial. The thing is that it has to be said; by me; ontologically. We each have to say it, to say it our own way. Not of our own will, but as it comes out through us. Good or bad, great or little: that isn't what human creation is about. It is that we have to try; to put it down in pigment, or words, or musical notations, or we die.”

“D'you call life a bad job? Never! We've had our ups and downs, we've had our struggles, we've always been poor, but it's been worth it, ay, worth it a hundred times I say when I look round at my children.”

“We never love anyone. What we love is the idea we have of someone. It's our own concept—our own selves—that we love.”

“Time folds you in its arms and gives you one last kiss, and then it flattens you out and folds you up and tucks you away until it's time for you to become someone else's past time, and then time folds again.”