I thought well, why not? At least we'll have someone to talk to if we have pain or misery or whatever. Someone that you're comfortable with makes a lot of difference.

Pain is inevitable, but misery is optional. We cannot avoid pain, but we can avoid joy.

I have learned now that while those who speak about one’s miseries usually hurt, those who keep silence hurt more.

My father being in the movie business, I thought being an actor would be great. But when I started singing to people in coffeehouses, you know, singing folk music and then, later, singing songs that I started to write myself, I felt more than an affinity for it.

Isn't it strange that we talk least about the things we think about most?

I will say nothing against the course of my existence. But at bottom it has been nothing but pain and burden, and I can affirm that during the whole of my 75 years, I have not had four weeks of genuine well-being. It is but the perpetual rolling of a rock that must be raised up again forever.