We had common interests in the beauty of the French language. We both had a tremendous love of jazz. We shared dreams of getting married and having a family living in the country leading an idyllic life.

I felt I had to share Idaho with my friend from New York because he'd shared New York with me so I was going to share the beauty of nature with a man who went to museums and clubs late at night. But there was nothing to do where I lived at night.

In 1977 at least he wished to have people believe that he shared and was proud of an attitude toward women that is not acceptable in a politician. In 2003 all he has said is that he doesn't remember the interview.

Theatre when it is at its best takes a lot of beating - the live experience and the shared collective experience of live storytelling is really special when it is good. Particularly here in New York because the audiences are amazing very vocal and very engaged and that makes theatre very exciting.

There's a sense of aliveness that comes from connection shared experience. And you see it in every place. You see it when ball players jump up and down gather at home plate hugging and it's not just because they're winning it's that shared moment that feeling of - we enter the world alone we leave alone.

The power of a book lies in its power to turn a solitary act into a shared vision. As long as we have books we are not alone.

Grief can't be shared. Everyone carries it alone. His own burden in his own way.

My sister and I shared a bedroom our entire lives and I believe she discovered the Beatles when she was about 11 and I'm four years younger. So from the age of 7 until 17 we had nothing but Beatles paraphernalia in our room even those little stuffed Beatles that went on stands that are dressed as the Sgt. Pepper band.