I Love You To Pieces, Distraction, Etc.

But You Can't Always Tell - With Somebody's Mother, I Mean. Mothers Are All Slightly Insane.

It Always Smelled Like It Was Raining Outside, Even If It Wasn't, And You Were In The Only Nice, Dry, Cosy Place In The World.

I Suspect That Money Is A Far Greater Distraction For The Artist Than Hunger.

Oh, I Don’t Know. That Digression Business Got On My Nerves. I Don’t Know. The Trouble With Me Is, I Like It When Somebody Digresses. It’s More Interesting And All.

If You're Not In The Mood, You Can't Do That Stuff Right.