All I've Got To Do Today Is

I'm Laying Out My Winter Clothes And Wishing I Was Gone, Going Home, Where The New York City Winters Aren't Bleedin' Me.

I Would Be Willing To Do Almost Anything To Make Art Happy. I Care About Our Friendship. The Only Thing I Won't Do Is Change The Essence Of My Work.

I Want To Rid My Heart Of Envy, And Cleanse My Soul Of Rage Before I'm Through.

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.

I Feel I Should Try To Reveal. When You Hit It Right, You Produce An Emotional Response In The Listener That Can Be Cathartic. When You're Wrong, You're Soppy, Sentimental.