Take Care Of All Your Memories. For

A Record ... Is A Statement, It's Its Own Statement, Its Own Entity, Rather Than Being About Something Else. If I Was A Painter ... I Don't Paint The Chair, I Would Paint Feelings About The Chair.

Maybe Someday You Will Understand, That Something For Nothing Is Everybody's Plan.

New York Was A City Where You Could Be Frozen To Death In The Midst Of A Busy Street And Nobody Would Notice.

It Is The First Line That Gives The Inspiration And Then It's Like Riding A Bull. Either You Just Stick With It, Or You Don't.

I Am Hanging In The Balance Of A Perfect Finished Plan, Like Every Sparrow Falling, Like Every Grain Of Sand.