I Want To Be An Artist, Not

Love And Work Are The Only Two Real Things In Our Lives. They Belong Together, Otherwise It Is Off. Work Is In Itself A Form Of Love.

Ever Notice How 'what The Hell' Is Always The Right Answer?

Nothing's Ever Easy As Long As You Go On Living.

I Don't Digest Things With My Mind.

I Am Involved In A Freedom Ride Protesting The Loss Of The Minority Rights Belonging To The Few Remaining Earthbound Stars. All We Demanded Was Our Right To Twinkle.