I Was An Agnostic. Agnostics Didn't Have

Sometimes You Climb Out Of Bed In The Morning And You Think, I'm Not Going To Make It, But You Laugh Inside — Remembering All The Times You've Felt That Way.

I Wanted The Whole World Or Nothing.

There Is Enough Treachery , Hatred Violence Absurdity In The Average Human Being To Supply Any Given Army On Any Given Day

An Artist Is A Man Who Says A Difficult Thing In A Simple Way

I Take Much Pleasure In Being Alone But There Is Also A Strange Warm Grace In Not Being Alone.