Carly Simon

You usually can’t tell what’s inspiring until you look back on it.

I sought some kind of freedom in music, in the promise of transcendence and the idea that the purity and the innocence of a mythical god could somehow deliver me from darkness.

I never identified with the feminist movement in a strong way. I just kind of lived it. I didn’t politicize it. I didn’t follow any written rules to what it meant to be a feminist. I had my own sense of what was right and wrong.

The other day I came across a recording I made of a night at my apartment when I was living with Kris Kristofferson. Bob Dylan had been around earlier and we were all passing around the guitar. Whenever it came to my turn I would run into the kitchen and say I’d left the coffee on the stove or something. Shyness. Scared to perform.

I grew up not understanding what was true and what was not true. It gave me a sense of unreality.

I’ve sworn never to read any reviews ever again except those that are pointed out to me as nice ones. I would say that most of us who are considered in the artist realm just take it so terribly, and, you know, it can kill ya!

Sometimes the heart is deceiving.

I always loved you, and if one loves anyone, one loves the whole person, just as they are and not as one would like them to be. -Dolly (Anna Karenina)

Love is like a faucet, it turns off and on.

There is no love without forgiveness, and there is no forgiveness without love.

Baby I’m a fool who thinks it’s cool to fall in love!

I’m searching for something that I can’t reach.

I’m not something to butter up and taste when you get bored.

It’s important to remember where you came from; it’s the easiest way to locate where you are.

Some men love truth so much that they seem to be in continual fear lest she should catch a cold on overexposure.

It occurred to me that love, simply stated, is replacing the need to always be right with the need to be understanding.

It is better to have loved and lost than never to have lost at all.

I won’t take anyone down if I crawl tonight. But I still let everyone down when I change in size.

And now my neck is open wide, begging for a fist around it. Already choking on my pride, so there’s no use crying about it.

Am I in love with you? Or am I in love with the feeling?

I’m standing in the ashes of who I used to be.