To Create Art Means To Be Crazy

Almost Everybody Is Born A Genius And Buried An Idiot.

It's 4:30 In The Morning, It's Always 4:30 In The Morning.

Death Meant Little To Me. It Was The Last Joke In A Series Of Bad Jokes.

I Was Beaten Down Long Ago In Some Alley In Another World.

That Moment - To This ... May Be Years In The Way They Measure, But It's Only One Sentence Back In My Mind - There Are So Many Days When Living Stops And Pulls Up And Sits And Waits Like A Train On The Rails. I Pass The Hotel At 8 And At 5; There Are Cats In The Alleys And Bottles And Bums, And I Look Up At The Window And Think, I No Longer Know Where You Are, And I Walk On And Wonder Where The Living Goes When It Stops.