How Can You Live In The Northeast?

You Know, Life Is What You Make Of It- So Beautiful Or So What.

I Like Them All. They're All Pictures Of Me When I Wrote Them. I Have No Favorite Songs.

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.

Facts Can Be Turned Into Art If One Is Artful Enough.

Medicine Is Magical And Magical Is Art, The Boy In The Bubble, And The Baby With The Baboon Heart.