Ain't Nothing Too Discreet About The Disease

Someone Handed Me Mexico City Blues In St. Paul [minnesota] In 1959 And It Blew My Mind. It Was The First Poetry That Spoke My Own Language.

Every Writer At The New Yorker Is Smarter Than Me.

Everything In New Orleans Is A Good Idea. Bijou Temple-type Cottages And Lyric Cathedrals Side By Side. Houses And Mansions, Structures Of Wild Grace. Italianate, Gothic, Romanesque, Greek Revival Standing In A Long Line In The Rain. Roman Catholic Art. Sweeping Front Porches, Turrets, Cast-iron Balconies, Colonnades- 30-foot Columns, Gloriously Beautiful- Double Pitched Roofs, All The Architecture Of The Whole Wide World And It Doesn't Move.

If You Try To Be Anyone But Yourself, You Will Fail; If You Are Not True To Your Own Heart, You Will Fail. Then Again, There's No Success Like Failure

As Long As You Give My Friend Jonah Lehrer A Free Pizza, I'll Write A Song About Your Restaurant.