The Last Few Years Have Been Pretty

You Get Kinder When You Get Into My Age Range. You Think Back To How Really Unkind You Were, And How Cynical You Were And How You Tossed Things Away And You Tossed People Away, And You Didn't Care Because You Were Climbing Some Mountain That You Thought You Needed To Be On Top Of.

The Only Thing You Have Then To Believe In Is Your Craft.

It's Interesting To Fantasize Having A Man Sink His Teeth Into Your Neck For Sustenance, Knowing That It Isn't Going To Be Terribly Painful But Rather Very Exciting

What Helped Me Most Were My Failures And Slumps - When I Couldn't Get Work, People Weren't Interested In Me Or Had Written Me Off.

Physical Qualities Don't Really Matter Much.