I Have To Finish It In Order

As Our Eyes Grow Accustomed To Sight They Armour Themselves Against Wonder.

I Am An Old Scholar, Better-looking Now Than When I Was Young. That's What Sitting On Your Ass Does To Your Face.

Dream After Dream We All Lie In Each Other's Arms

I Bargain Now. I Offer Buttons For His Love.

Journalists, Especially English Journalists, Were Very Cruel To Me. They Said I Only Knew Three Chords When I Knew Five!