I've Tried Everything. I've Done Therapy, I've

I Would Challenge Anybody In Their Darkest Moment To Write What They're Grateful For, Even Stupid Little Things Like The Green Grass That Made Them Feel Good, The Friendly Conversation They Had With Somebody On An Alevator. You Start To Realize How Rich You Are.

Life Is An Ordeal, Albeit An Exciting One, But I Wouldn't Trade It For The Good Old Days Of Poverty And Obscurity.

The Exit From Agony Is Always There. The Tunnel Out Of The Agony Sector Is Always In Front Of You And Yet You Don't Take It. You Don't Take It By Choice. You Want To Indulge A Lot And Be In Pain. The Easiest Way Out Is To Write A List Of What You're Grateful For. If Everybody Literally Did That Before They Went To Bed At Night, There'd Be No Unhappy People.

It's Hard For Anybody Who's Been With Me Not To Feel Starved For Affection When I'm Making Love To My Ideas. Maybe It's Not Meant For Me To Settle Down And Be Married.

The Inner Child Runs Rampant. They're Just Smaller, That's All.