Hide It In A Hiding Place Where

I Don't Really Like To Write At A Desk. I Like To Write When Driving In A Car. ... Once You're Working On It, You're Working On It All The Time, And Sometimes Stuff'll Come In The Middle Of The Night, In A Dream Or Something. Your Mind Is Working On It All The Time.

The More I Get To Thinking, The Less I Tend To Laugh.

The Leaves That Are Green Turn To Brown. And They Wither With The Wind. And They Crumble In Your Hand.

My Whole Artistic Life Has Always Been About Change, Change, Change, Move On, Move On. It's The Only Thing I Find Interesting.

Given All The Facts That I'm Young And I'm In Good Health And I'm Famous - That I Have Talent, I Have Money - Given All These Facts, I Want To Know Why I'm So Unhappy.