Before My Death I Hope To Obtain

It’s The Order Of Things: Each One Gets A Taste Of Honey Then The Knife.

To Create Art Means To Be Crazy Alone Forever.

You Are On The Freeway Threading Through Traffic Now, Moving Both Towards Something And Towards Nothing At All As You Punch The Radio On And Get Mozart, Which Is Something, And You Will Somehow Get Through The Slow Days And The Busy Days And The Dull Days And The Hateful Days And The Rare Days, All Both So Delightful And So Disappointing Because We Are All So Alike And So Different.

When You Drank The World Was Still Out There, But For The Moment It Didn’t Have You By The Throat.

You Don't Go On "probably" When Love And Guns Are In Hand.