I Have Walked Through Many Lives, Some

I Dance/for The Joy Of Surviving, At The Edge Of The Road.

We Have To Learn How To Live With Our Frailties. The Best People I Know Are Inadequate And Unashamed.

When You Look Back On A Lifetime And Think Of What Has Been Given To The World By Your Presence, Your Fugitive Presence, Inevitably You Think Of Your Art, Whatever It May Be, As The Gift You Have Made To The World In Acknowledgment Of The Gift You Have Been Given, Which Is The Life Itself... That Work Is Not An Expression Of The Desire For Praise Or Recognition, Or Prizes, But The Deepest Manifestation Of Your Gratitiude For The Gift Of Life.

In A Murderous Time/the Heart Breaks And Breaks/and Lives By Breaking.

Be What You Are. Give What Is Yours To Give. Have Style. Dare.