Nearly Everything I Do Is Part Of

A-well-a, Splish, Splash, I Forgot About The Bath, I Went And Put My Dancing Shoes On.

It Was As Though All My Hostilities, Anxieties, And Conflicts Were In One Ball That Was Flying Away Into Space, Farther From Me All The Time, Leaving Me Content With Myself

I Don't Know What It Is To Love The Way They Love-they Would Jump Off A Bridge For Me. I Can't Do That. I Can Only Say, I Owe You.

Maybe I Should Quit The Business. There's No One Left For Me To Love. Mama's Dead. Mr. Burns Couldn't Care Less About Me. What's Left?

There Are Certain Times I Don't Want My Picture Taken. If My Wife's Stepping Out Of A Car And It Looks Like It's Going To Come Out An Indecent Picture, Don't I Have A Right To Object?