Nothing Behind Me, Everything Ahead Of Me,

Eager For Bread And Love.

Goddamn It, Feeling Is What I Like In Art, Not Craftiness And The Hiding Of Feelings.

Books, Shmooks, This Sickness Has Got Me Wishing If I Can Ever Get Out Of This I'll Gladly Become A Millworker And Shut My Big Mouth.

What Difference Does It Make After All?--anonymity In The World Of Men Is Better Than Fame In Heaven, For What’s Heaven? What’s Earth? All In The Mind.

I Was Having A Wonderful Time And The Whole World Opened Up Before Me Because I Had No Dreams.