Inauthenticity is endemic in American politics today. The political backrooms where I spent much of my career were just as benighted as my personal life equally crowded with shadowy strangers and compromises truths I hoped to deny. I lived not in one closet but in many.

Politics makes strange bedfellows.

I will not leave a corner of my consciousness covered up but saturate myself with the strange and extraordinary new conditions of this life and it will all refine itself into poetry later on.

Poetry does not consist of words alone there must be sentiment and fancy combination and arrangement.

I'm hopefully touring with Colin Baker next year in Perfect Strangers. I have performed with Sylvia Simms in poetry and music evenings. I would love to do those for the rest of my career - they are so fun and witty.

A happy arrangement: many people prefer cats to other people and many cats prefer people to other cats.

When a dog barks at the moon then it is religion but when he barks at strangers it is patriotism!

It is strange that the years teach us patience that the shorter our time the greater our capacity for waiting.

Our behavior toward each other is the strangest most unpredictable and most unaccountable of all the phenomena with which we are obliged to live. In all of nature there is nothing so threatening to humanity as humanity itself.

I find it strange the way human nature wants heroes and yet wants to destroy their heroes. It's a kind of mass insecurity people want something to look up to and get a buzz off but at the same time want to destroy it because it makes them feel insecure.