Damned Indecision And Cursed Pride.

I'll Never Forget That Little Apple Box I Stood On Because I Couldn't Reach The Microphone. My Name Was Written On It And It's Sitting At Diana Ross's House Now. She Has All My Little Doodling Papers I Would Draw And Write.

Life Songs Of Ages, Throbbing In My Blood, Have Danced The Rhythm Of The Tide And Flood.

The More Passive One's Life In The Field, The Greater The Need To Reverse The Situation When One Returns Home, Which Is Why The Arcane And Authoritative Character Of Academic Writing May Be Seen, To Some Extent, As A Vengeful Reaction To The Inertia, Uneventfulness, And Waiting One Had To Endure As A Guest At Someone Else's Banquet. A Way Of Redressing An Existental Imbalance, As It Were Reclaiming Authorial Will By Superimposing One's Own Meaning On Theirs...

I Think About Our Planet. I Mean How To Make It A Better Planet. The Global Warming Issue Is A Concern To Me Very Much. Just Make The World A Better, Happier Place. It's Our Home. I'd Like To See Us Do A Better Job Of Taking Care Of It.

I'm Never Satisfied With What I Do. I Always Think I Can Do It A Lot Better.