I'm Never In My Life Going To

Some Summers My Father Would Take Us Down To Visit Our Grandmother In Louisville, Who Was An Ex-slave, Susan Jones, And She Had A Shotgun Shack They Call It, And No Electricity, A Well In The Back, A Coal Stove, Kerosene Lamps.

Editing While You're Writing Is Like Strangling The Baby In The Crib.

If Architecture Is Frozen Music Then Music Must Be Liquid Architecture.

Michael (jackson) Was So Shy, He'd Sit Down And Sing Behind The Couch With His Back To Me While I Sat With My Hands Over My Eyes-and The Lights Off.

When You're Over The Hill, That's When You Pick Up Speed.