The Wicked At Heart Probably Know Something.

If Man Were Immortal, Do You Realize What His Meat Bills Would Be?

Maybe The Poets Are Right. Maybe Love Is The Only Answer.

Hey Listen -- I've Proved A Lot Of Things. That's How I Pay My Rent. Theories And Little Observations. A Puckish Remark Now And Then. Occasional Maxims. It Beats Picking Olives, But Let's Not Get Carried Away.

I Think It's My Job Or The Artist's Job, To Try And Find Some Solution Or Some Reason To Accept Things. But Given The Grimmest Reality, I Feel The Grimmest Facts Are The Real Facts, The True Facts: That You're Born, You Die, You Suffer, It's To No Purpose, And You're Gone Forever, Ever, Ever, And That's It.

Why Are Our Days Numbered And Not, Say, Lettered?