Art Is Not A Mirror. Art Is

I Don't Trust Him. We're Friends.

Don't Tell Me Peace Has Broken Out.

Fearful Is The Seductive Power Of Goodness.

What A Miserable Thing Life Is: You're In Clover; Only The Clover Isn't Good Enough.

Sometimes I Have Visions Of Myself Driving Through Hell, Selling Sulphur And Brimstone, Or Through Heaven Peddling Refreshments To The Roaming Souls. If Me And The Children I've Got Left Could Find A Place Where There's No Shooting, I Wouldn't Mind A Few Years Of Peace And Quiet.