After All This Time, I Know Exactly

I Guess There Was A War Going On Somewhere In The World That Night But It Wasn't One That Could Touch Us.

But All I Could Think Was In New York That Kid Would Have Been Stuck In A Straitjacket Practically From Birth And Dangled Over A Tank Full Of Educational Consultants And Remedial Experts All Snapping At His Ankles For The Next Twenty Years Arguing About His Special Needs And Getting Paid Plenty For It.

I Don't Get Nearly Enough Credit In Life For The Things I Manage Not To Say.

A Piano Might Fall On Your Head, He Said, But It Also Might Not. And In The Meantime You Never Know. Something Nice Might Happen.

Life Is Absolutely Horrific, Leading Up To Absolute Horror.