I'm A Worker. I Do The Work

I Was So Used To Doing Art That My Fingers Were Like Albino Spiders. So It Was Just Natural For Me To Go To A Typewriter And Write Poetry.

Americans Just Don't Know What Being A Movie Star's All About.

I Liked Being On Stage, I Just Didn't Like The Theatrical Aspect Of Being In Front Of People.

A Good Artist's Always Got His Hand In His Zipper.

Yet You Could Feel A Vibration In The Air, A Sense Of Hastening. It Had Started With The Moon, Inaccessible Poem That It Was. Now Men Had Walked Upon It, Rubber Treads On A Pearl Of The Gods. Perhaps It Was An Awareness Of Time Passing, The Last Summer Of The Decade. Sometimes I Just Wanted To Raise My Hands And Stop. But Stop What? Maybe Just Growing Up.