A Guitar Has Moonlight In It.

O.k." "gee I'm Glad." "me Too. I'm So Sick Of Hot Dogs And Beer And Apple Pie With Cheese On The Side I Could Heave It All In The River." "you'll Love It, Frank. We'll Get A Place Up In The Mountains, Where It's Cool, And Then, After I Get My Act Ready, We Can Go All Over The World With It. Go As We Please, Do As We Please, And Have Plenty Of Money To Spend. Have You Got A Little Bit Of Gypsy In You?" "gypsy? I Had Rings In My Ears When I Was Born.

I Had Killed A Man, For Money And A Woman. I Didn't Have The Money And I Didn't Have The Woman.

If Your Writing Doesn`t Keep You Up At Night, It Won`t Keep Anyone Else Up Either".

I Make No Conscious Effort To Be Tough, Or Hard-boiled, Or Grim, Or Any Of The Things I Am Usually Called.

Love, When You Get Fear In It, It's Not Love Any More. It's Hate.