People Forget Years And Remember Moments.

People Forget Years And Remember Moments.

Whatever One Intends, The Work Takes On A Life Of Its Own.

The Real Killer Was When You Married The Wrong Person But Had The Right Children.

It's Not About Having Things Figured Out, Or About Communicating With Other People, Trying To Make Them Understand What You Understand. It's About A Chicken Dinner At A Drive-in. A Soft Pillow. Things That Don't Need Explaining.

When I Lived In New York, Not Only Did I Have Safety Locks On The Door But I Had The Music Going, Keeping The City At A Distance, Trying To Find Creative Time And Peace And So Forth.