Hide It In A Hiding Place Where

The Words Of The Prophets Are Written On The Subway Walls And Tenements Halls And Whispered In The Sounds Of Silence.

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.

I Suppose An Artist Takes The Elements Of His Life And Rearranges Them And Then Has Them Perceived By Others As Though They Were The Elements Of Their Lives.

And So You See I Have Come To Doubt -all That I Once Held As True ~ I Stand Alone Without Beliefs -the Only Truth I Know Is You

Philip Larkin Didn't Write For Several Years Before His Life Ended. And When He Was Asked Why He Didn't Write, He Said The Muse Deserted Him. And When I Read That, It Really Had A Profound Effect Upon Me, Sort Of Scared Me. So That's Why I Think I Have No Right To Assume That Some Thought Is Going To Come... But I Think, In My Imagination, If It Is It, There Will Probably Be Something Else I'm Interested In.