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Your Heart Opens And Of Course You're Completely Panicked Because You're Used To Guarding This Organ With Your Life.

Prayer Is Translation. A Man Translates Himself Into A Child Asking For All There Is In A Language He Has Barely Mastered.

Anything I Tell You Is An Alibi For Something Else." Then Let's Be Quiet Together.

I've Expressed My Gratitude To My Son Many Times. And His Career Is Far From Undistinguished, And It Was A Great Privilege To Have Someone Of This Skill Bringing This Album To Conclusion.

Maybe The Culture Is [particularly] Shabby Now. Maybe It's Because I'm Over Sixty, That I Can Feel That About Everything.