And You Read Your Emily Dickinson, And

I Have My Books And My Poetry To Protect Me; I Am Shielded In My Armor, Hiding In My Room, Safe Within My Womb. I Touch No One And No One Touches Me. I Am A Rock, I Am An Island.

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

There Are Two Sorts Of People In The World: Those Who Listen And Those Who Are Thinking About What They Are Going To Say Next.

Time, Time, Time, See What's Become Of Me, While I Looked Around, For My Possibilities; I Was So Hard To Please

I Just Said, You Know, This Is A Great Track But This Lyric, I Don't Believe It. It Sounds Like I'm Trying To Say Something, Instead Of It Naturally Coming Out Of Me, Like I Was Saying Something That I Already Knew. Anyway, I Can't Remember What It Was. And Either I Threw It All Out Or I Threw 90 Percent Of It Out, And Kept A Line Or Two. That's Happened A Couple Of Times To Me. Not Too Often, But A Couple Of Times. Very Aggravating When It Does Happen.