If Somebody Gives Me A Joint, I

I Was Stuck In The Feeling That One Did Not--was Not Justified In Being Alive Unless One Was Fulfilling Other People's Dreams, Whether They Were Contractual Dreams Or The Public's Dreams, Or Fulfilling My Own Dreams And Illusions About What I Thought I Was Supposed To Be, Which, In Retrospect, Turned Out To Not Be What I Am.

We're Crazy About This City. Los Angeles? That's Just A Big Parking Lot Where You Buy A Hamburger For The Trip To San Francisco.

Newspaper People Have A Habit Of Putting You In The Front Pages To Sell Their Papers, And Then After They've Sold Their Papers And Got Big Circulations, They Say, 'look At What We've Done For You

Everyone Deserves To Believe They Are Beautiful.

People Are Just Up Tight Because The Kids Are Having Fun And They Didn't Have The Same Freedom.