I Was Quite An Insomniac. I Rarely

The Film [dream Of Life] Looks At A Time In My Life.

It Was Like Being At An Arabian Hoedown With A Band Of Psychedelic Hillbillies (p. 171).

I Walk Alone, Assaulted It Seems, By Tears From Heaven.

If I'm Really Working On Something, Writing Or Painting Or Really Concentrating, I Don't Even Think About Brushing My Hair.

I'd Never Had People Drive Me Around, And Then All Of A Sudden, If A Car Didn't Come, I'd Say, "where's My Car?"