We're On The Verge Of All Things

When I Was 19, I Made My First Good Week's Pay As A Club Musician. It Was Enough Money For Me To Quit My Job At The Factory And Still Pay The Rent And Buy Some Food. I Freaked.

I Am, As I've Said, Merely Competent. But In An Age Of Incompetence, That Makes Me Extraordinary.

Advice Is Cheap; You Can Take It From Me.

So Before We End And Then Begin We'll Drink A Toast To How It's Been A Few More Hours To Be Complete A Few More Nights On Satin Sheets A Few More Times That I Can Say, I've Loved These Days.

I Have A Theory That The Only Original Things We Ever Do Are Mistakes.