Happiness Is A Solid And Joy Is

Happiness Is A Solid And Joy Is A Liquid.

Yet A Real Artist, I've Noticed, Will Survive Anything. (even Praise, I Happily Suspect.)

How Old Are You? I Asked Her. "old Enough To Know Better." She Said.

People Always Clap For The Wrong Reasons.

Always, Always, Always Referring Every Goddam Thing That Happens Right Back To Our Lousy Little Egos.