Robyn Douglass - Katherine

Death and it's associates, after the initial shock produce callousness.

Believe me, I loved you all.
Believe me, I knew you, though faintly, and I loved, I loved you
All.

I did find Calypso — but only once, far in the depths of the very wildest of Canadian dark woods, near those high, cold, moss-covered swamps. … I felt as if I were in the presence of superior beings who loved me and beckoned me to come. I sat down beside them and wept for joy.

If I want drugs, I don't have to do a gig to get them. I do a gig when I feel shit, because I need to be playing. There's no drug in the world that can compare with playing music

Charlie Chaplin is the greatest director of the screen. He's a pioneer. How he knows women!—oh, how he knows women! I do not cry easily when seeing a picture, but after seeing Charlie's A Woman of Paris I was all choked up—I wanted to go out in the garden and have it out by myself.

Okay. You know, I lost my family. Wife divorced me. Kids won't even talk to me. And for what?

He told me that I was a legend and an idol for him, it touched me deeply.

What love will make you do
All the things that we accept
Be the things that we regret.

There is, for me, no difference between writing a good poem and moving into sunlight against the body of a woman I love.

The weak fear happiness itself. They can harm themselves on cotton wool. Sometimes they are wounded even by happiness.

Life is probably a tangle of love and hate permanently knotted together.

God, you're crazy! [Billy: Stop it, Pamela.] You bastard! You're crazy! Get the hell away from

If I may, and if I might
Lay me down, weeping.

We witness a strange inversion: on the one hand, the endeavor to turn the social contract into a less calculating and more feeling connection among its members; on the other hand, the endeavor to turn the erotic relationship into a contractual one.

I lay my harp on the curved table,
Sitting there idly, filled only with emotions.
Why should I trouble to play?
A breeze will come and sweep the strings.