I Don't Believe In Hell. I Believe

I Mean, I Don't Think I'm Alone When I Look At The Homeless Person Or The Bum Or The Psychotic Or The Drunk Or The Drug Addict Or The Criminal And See Their Baby Pictures In My Mind's Eye. You Don't Think They Were Cute Like Every Other Baby?

There's Too Many Interesting Women I Have…not Had The Experience To Know In This Life Because I Have Been Brainwashed.

I Think 'retirement' Goes Hand In Hand With People Who Make A Living By Having A 'job.' I Don't Think We-the .00001 Percent Of The Population Who Are So Fortunate To Love Passionately What We Do-consider It A 'job.

It Isn’t A Big Jump In The Imagination To See Yourself Living Alone Like Mr Hoppy.

A Good Review From The Critics Is Just Another Stay Of Execution.