I Don't Know How To Sell Out.

I Live In A Box Of Paints I'm Frightened By The Devil And I'm Drawn To Those Ones That Ain't Afraid

Paul Simon Started Piling Up A Lot Of Words, More Than The Bar Could Handle, And I Stopped!

I Never Loved A Man As Far As I Could Pitch My Shoe.

My Individual, Psychological Descent Coincided, Ironically, With My Ascent Into The Public Eye.

I Couldn't See Passion As A Bad Thing.