I Have A Terrible Memory.

Don't Go Taking That Gospel Stuff Seriously. It's Nice To Clean You Out Now And Then, But It Ain't For Real. It's Like Bad Whiskey. Run Through You Fast And Leave You With Pain.

Two Or Three Things I Know For Sure, And One Of Them Is The Way You Can Both Hate And Love Something You Are Not Sure You Understand.

Change, When It Comes, Cracks Everything Open.

I Did Not Begin With Craft, I Began With Strong Feelings And Worked Toward Craft.

It Ain't That You Get Religion. Religion Gets You And Then Milks You Dry. Won't Let You Drink A Little Whiskey. Won't Let You Make No Fat-assed Girls Grin And Giggle. Won't Let You Do A Damn Thing Except Work For What You'll Get In The Hearafter. I Live In The Here And Now.