Breakdowns Come, And Breakdowns Go.

And You Read Your Emily Dickinson, And I My Robert Frost. And We Note Our Place With Bookmarkers That Measure What Weve Lost.

I Was Eating In A Chinese Restaurant Downtown. There Was A Dish Called Mother And Child Reunion. It's Chicken And Eggs. And I Said, I Gotta Use That One.

I Don't Really Know Why An Idea Comes To Me. But All Of A Sudden, An Idea Comes And From Experience I Can Intuit What Something Means When An Interesting Line Pops Up. Or I Can Intuit What An Interesting Choice Might Be. And I Can Try A Couple Of Different Choices, And See Which One Feels Right, And Then Continue The Song To See Where It Goes.

To Get The Stuff Out Of You, Especially If What You're Dealing With Is Yourself, Requires You To Open Up And Touch Tender Spots. You Have To Be Anesthetized A Little Bit.

It Was Easier Than Explaining Dimaggio's Use As A Metaphor.