The Coming Of The Kids Hasn't Come

You Can Give Me 400,000 Hostile People And I Won't Even Break Sweat. If You Give Me 200 Adoring People, My Mouth Will Dry Out.

That's One Thing That's Always, Like, Been A Difference Between, Like, The Performing Arts, And Being A Painter, You Know. A Painter Does A Painting, And He Paints It, And That's It, You Know. He Has The Joy Of Creating It, It Hangs On A Wall, And Somebody Buys It, And Maybe Somebody Buys It Again, Or Maybe Nobody Buys It And It Sits Up In A Loft Somewhere Until He Dies. But He Never, You Know, Nobody Ever, Nobody Ever Said To Van Gogh, 'paint A Starry Night Again, Man!' You Know? He Painted It And That Was It.

America Is In A Runaway-train Position And Dragging All The World With It. It's Grotesquely Mentally Ill.

I Like My Freedom. I Like To Do My Own Grocery Shopping.

I Get The Same Charge From Juxtaposition Of Colors As I Do From Juxtaposition Of Chords.