I Fought With My Twin, The Enemy

Every Writer At The New Yorker Is Smarter Than Me.

Art Can Lead You To God. I Think That's The Purpose Of Everything. If It's Not Doing That, What's It Doing? It's Leading You The Other Way. It's Certainly Not Leading You Nowhere.

I Feel Like Falling In Love With The First Woman I Meet, Putting Her In A Wheel-barrow And Wheeling Her Down The Street.

You Travel The World, You Go See Different Things. I Like To See Shakespeare Plays, So I'll Go - I Mean, Even If It's In A Different Language. I Don't Care, I Just Like Shakespeare, You Know. I've Seen Othello And Hamlet And Merchant Of Venice Over The Years, And Some Versions Are Better Than Others. Way Better. It's Like Hearing A Bad Version Of A Song. But Then Somewhere Else, Somebody Has A Great Version.

I Hate Myself For Loving You And The Weakness That It Showed. You Were Just A Painted Face On A Trip Down To Suicide Road.