What’s Any Artist, But The Dregs Of

What's Any Artist, But The Dregs Of His Work? The Human Shambles That Follows It Around. What's Left Of The Man When The Work's Done But A Shambles Of Apology.

Say A Word, Say A Thousand To Me On The Telephone And I Shall Choose The Wrong One To Cling To As Though You Had Said It After Long Deliberation When Only I Provoked It From You, I Will Cling To It From Among A Thousand, To Be Provoked And Hurl It Back With Something I Mean No More Than You Meant That, Something For You To Cling To And Retreat Clinging To.

Power Doesn't Corrupt People; People Corrupt Power.

We're Comic. We're All Comics. We Live In A Comic Time. And The Worse It Gets The More Comic We Are.

That's What I Can't Stand. I Know I'll Bounce Back, And That's What I Can't Stand.