I Can Say Exactly What I Feel

The Horror Of It Is, Every Goddamn Thing You Look At Seems Pretty Scary To Me.

We Are The Recipients Of Scientific Method. We Can Each Be A Creative And Active Part Of It If We So Desire.

There Is A General Place In Your Brain, I Think, Reserved For Melancholy Of Relationships Past. It Grows And Prospers As Life Progresses, Forcing You Finally, Against Your Better Judgment, To Listen To Country Music.

Sometimes In The Morning, When It's A Good Surf, I Go Out There, And I Don't Feel Like It's A Bad World.

Sometimes A Good Idea Comes To You When You Are Not Looking For It. Through An Improbable Combination Of Coincidence, Naivete And Lucky Mistakes.