A Lot Of 18-year-olds Are Like Old

With A Song, It Only Takes A Couple Of Minutes To Go Back To The Beginning And Try It Again To See If It Works. The Novel Freaks Me Out Because, What If You Get Into The Eighth Chapter And Think, 'let's Go To The Top And See If This Works Again? It's Going To Take Me Three Weeks.' I'm In Awe Of That.

If You Can't Draw A Crowd, Draw Dicks On The Wall

If The Melody Is Telling Me This Is What The Song Is About, Then I'm Sort Of Forced Into Confession, Autobiography Or Fantasy. If I Don't Do That, I've Hamstrung The Melody.

The Clock Never Stops, Never Stops, Never Waits. We're Growing Old. It's Getting Late.

I Feel Like A Quote Out Of Context, Withholding The Rest So I Can Be For You What You Want To See.