I Lost My One True Love. I

New York Was A City Where You Could Be Frozen To Death In The Midst Of A Busy Street And Nobody Would Notice.

God Bless You All With Peace, Tranquility And Good Will.

The World Of Research Has Gone Berserk. Too Much Paper Work.

She Makes Love Just Like A Woman.

A Record ... Is A Statement, It's Its Own Statement, Its Own Entity, Rather Than Being About Something Else. If I Was A Painter ... I Don't Paint The Chair, I Would Paint Feelings About The Chair.