If Paris Is A City Of Lights,

I Grew Up Around Jazz. I Love Jazz.

Why Live Life From Dream To Dream, And Dread The Day When Dreaming Ends.

I Feel Funny About Owning Art. I Don't Really Want To Say: "wow, Come And See My Monet - It's In A Dark Room At The Bottom Of My Cellar."

Australia, To The Rest Of The World, Is Just Far Away, And Australia In The Thirties Was The Faraway Of The Faraway.

To Be Honest, There Is A Tourists' Trail; My Family Had A Farm And A Gas Station, And You Can Go And See My Birthplace, Though Where I Lived Is Actually Under A Freeway Now.