It's Hard To Be An Artist. It's

The Secret Is To Have A Sense Of Yourself, Your Real Self, Your Unique Self. And Not Just Once In A While, Or Once A Day, But All Through The Day, The Week And Life.

I Was In The Virgin Islands Once. I Met A Girl. We Ate Lobster, Drank Piña Coladas. At Sunset, We Made Love Like Sea Otters. That Was A Pretty Good Day. Why Couldn't I Get That Day Over And Over And Over?

I Wanted To Be A Doctor Once Upon A Time, But It Turns Out You've Got To Study, And That Wasn't Going To Happen. I Had No Idea What I Was Going To Do. I Had Trouble Holding Jobs Because They Want You To Be On Time. That Wasn't Going To Work.

You Work, You Get Paid, You Drink.

The Truth Is, Anybody That Becomes Famous Is An Ass For A Year And A Half. You've Got To Give Them A Year And A Half, Two Years. They Are Getting So Much Smoke Blown, And Their Whole World Gets So Turned Upside Down, Their Responses Become Distorted. I Give Everybody A Year Or Two To Pull It Together Because, When It First Happens, I Know How It Is.