If there's a sword-like sang That can cut Scotland clear O a' the warld beside Rax me the hilt o't here. For there's nae jewal till Frae the rest o earth it's free, Wi the starry separateness I'd fain to Scotland gie.

The number of people who can copulate properly may be few; the number who can write well are infinitely fewer.

The rose of all the world is not for me. I want for my part Only the little white rose of Scotland That smells sharp and sweet - and breaks the heart.

I'll ha'e nae hauf-way hoose, but aye be whaur Extremes meet - it's the only way I ken To dodge the curst conceit o' bein' richt That damns the vast majority o…

It's a complex fate, being an American, and one of the responsibilities it entails is fighting against a superstitious valuation of Europe.

Cities have sexes: London is a man, Paris a woman, and New York a well-adjusted transsexual.

I am now satisfied that the future music of this country must be founded upon what are called negro melodies. This must be the real foundation of any serious a…