In The Morning It Was Morning And

And Love Is A Word Used Too Much And Much Too Soon.

In New York You've Got To Have All The Luck.

I Can't Blame Her. But Wonder Why She's Here With Me? Where Are The Other Guys? How Can You Be Lucky? Having Someone The Others Have Abandoned?

If I Stop Writing I Am Dead. And That's The Only Way I'll Stop: Dead.

The Secret Is Writing Down One Simple Line After Another.