The More I Get To Thinking, The

One Man's Ceiling Is Another Man's Floor.

Where Have You Gone, Joe Dimaggio? A Nation Turns Its Lonely Eyes To You.

As Soon As Your Mind Knows That It's On And It's Supposed To Produce Some Lines, Either It Doesn't Or It Produces Things That Are Very Predictable. And That's Why I Say I'm Not Interested In Writing Something That I Thought About. I'm Interested In Discovering Where My Mind Wants To Go, Or What Object It Wants To Pick Up.

People Ask How I Feel About Getting Old. I Tell Them I Have The Same Question. I'm Learning As I Go.

...everything Looks Worse In Black And White.