Art, In Itself, Is An Attempt To

White. A Blank Page Or Canvas. So Many Possibilities.

I Was Never Much Of A Reader. I'm A Slow Reader, Which Is Unusual, Because I'm So Into Language And I Love Words So Much. But It's Hard For Me To Read.

I Don't Like The Word 'career'. When Somebody Says To Me, 'oh, You've Had Such A Wonderful Career', I Think, 'career - That's After You're Dead.' I Just Don't Think That Way.

I Chose And My World Was Shaken. So What? The Choice May Have Been Mistaken; The Choosing Was Not. You Have To Move On.

Tonight, Tonight, Won't Be Just Any Night. Tonight There Will Be No Morning Star.