Blessed Are The Sat Upon, Spat Upon,

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 Would Not Be Convicted By A Jury Of My Peers, Still Crazy After All These Years.

The Death Penalty Is Reserved For People Who Do Not

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.

A Man Walks Down The Street. It's A Street In A Strange World. Maybe It's The Third World. Maybe It's His First Time Around. He Doesn't Speak The Language. He Holds No Currency. He Is A Foreign Man. He Is Surrounded By The Sound, Sound Of Cattle In The Marketplace, Scatterlings And Orphanages. He Looks Around, Around He Sees Angels In The Architecture Spinning In Infinity And He Says, "amen" And "hallelujah!