Art, In Itself, Is An Attempt To

So Here's To The Girls On The Go Everybody Tries. Look Into Their Eyes, And You'll See What They Know: Everybody Dies. A Toast To That Invincible Bunch, The Dinosaurs Surviving The Crunch. Let's Hear It For The Ladies Who Lunch Everybody Rise!

I Chose And My World Was Shaken. So What? The Choice May Have Been Mistaken; The Choosing Was Not. You Have To Move On.

A Song Is Such A Short Form ... That 'the Slightest Flaw Seems Like A Mountain.' And So Every Song Needs To Be Revised 'til It's Close To Perfection... But Achieving Perfection Takes A Lot Of Energy.

Anything You Do, Let It Come From You. Then It Will Be New.

Am I Not Sensitive, Clever, Well-mannered, Considerate, Passionate, Charming, As Kind As I'm Handsome And Heir To A Throne?