The Obstacle Became His Alibi For Weakness.

Perhaps The Only Magician We Have Is The Artist.

It Is A Sign Of Great Inner Insecurity To Be Hostile To The Unfamiliar.

I Reserve The Right To Love Many Different People At Once, And To Change My Prince Often.

I Know No Joy As Great As A Moment Of Rushing Into A New Love, No Ecstasy Like That Of A New Love.

Writing More And More To The Sound Of Music, Writing More And More Like Music. Sitting In My Studio Tonight, Playing Record After Record, Writing, Music A Stimulant Of The Highest Order, Far More Potent Than Wine.