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We Had Many More Points Of Agreement Than We Had Points Of Difference, But We Did Differ, And The Bigger We Got, The More Insistent We Got That Each One Of Us Should Have His Way.

You Sit And You Let Your Fingers Go To Wherever They Are Going To Go. You Wait Until You Start To Hear Something, And You Start To Figure Out What It Is That You're Doing. And Then You Add Another Piece Next To That Piece, And Wait To See If Some Kind Of Pattern Or Something Interesting Starts To Grow, And Then You Cultivate It.

Not Every Song I Write Is Ecstasy. And It Can Happen Only One Time. After That, When You Sing The Same Melody And Words, It's Pleasure, But You Don't Get Wiped Out.

In The Clearing Stands The Boxer, And A Fighter By His Trade. And He Carries A Reminder Of Every Glove That Laid Him Down... Or Cut Him Till He Cried Out In His Anger And His Shame "i Am Leaving! I Am Leaving" But The Fighter Still Remains.

I'm More Interested In What I Discover Than What I Invent.