Survival Is Triumph Enough.

Alcohol Whipped Me. Alcohol And I Had Many, Many Marvelous Times Together. We Laughed, We Talked, We Danced At The Party Together; Then One Day I Woke Up And The Band Had Gone Home And I Was Lying In The Broken Glass With A Shirt Full Of Puke And I Said, 'hey, Man, The Ball Game's Up'.

Writing A Book Is Like Torture That You Don't Know, But After It's Done And There It Is. It's A Joy Like Unlike Anything Else, I Think It's The Closest That A Man Can Come To Knowing What Is Feels Like To Have A Baby.

That Was The Only Decision There Was Once Upon A Time: What To Do With The Night.

I Am Not Perfect." It Came Out In A Rush Of Breath. "see I Thought I Was. Thank God I Ain't. See A Perfect Thing Ain't Got A Chance. The World Kills It, Everything Perfect. (listen To Him!) Now See A Thing That Ain't Perfect, It Grows Like A Weed. Yeah, Like A Weed! A Thing That Ain't Perfect Gets Hand Clapping, Smiles, Takes The Wire An Easy Winner. But The World Ain't Set Up Right If You Perfect. You Lible To Run Right Into A Brick Wall. Looks Like Suicide. All The Weeds Say, Looka There, It Suicide!

What The Artist Owes The World Is His Work; Not A Model For Living.