The End Comes When The Infinites Arrive.

I Was Always Accused Of Being Cold And Unfeeling. It Was Because I Was Intimidated About Touching People.

Fame Puts You There Where Things Are Hollow.

You Go Through Stages Where You Wonder Whether You Are Christ, Or Just Looking For Him.

I Find Only Freedom In The Realms Of Eccentricity.

It's Odd But Even When I Was A Kid, I Would Write About 'old And Other Times' As Though I Had A Lot Of Years Behind Me. Now I Do, So There Is A Difference In The Weight Of Memory.