There Still Might Be A Place For

In New York You've Got To Have All The Luck.

Terror Finally Becomes Almost Bearable But Never Quite Terror Creeps Like A Cat Crawls Like A Cat Across My Mind

It's Just That The Grape Has Me Down.

If There Are Junk Yards In Hell, Love Is The Dog That Guards The Gates.

If It Doesn't Come Bursting Out Of You In Spite Of Everything, Don't Do It. Unless It Comes Unasked Out Of Your Heart And Your Mind And Your Mouth And Your Gut, Don't Do It.