I Just Wanted To Do Something Important.

The Remarks About My Reaching The Age Of Social Security And Coming To The End Of The Road, They Jolted Me. And That Was Good. Because I Sure As Hell Had No Intention Of Just Sitting Around For The Rest Of My Life. So I'd Whip Out The Paints And Really Go To It.

I Had A Couple Of Million Dollars' Worth Of... Stock Once. And Now It's Not Worth Much More Than Wallpaper. I Guess I Just Wasn't Born To Be Rich.

Very Interesting For An Old Duffer Like Me To Try His Hand At Something New. If I Don't Do That Once In A While, I Might Just Turn Into A Fossil, You Know!

How Will I Be Remembered? As A Technician Or Artist? As A Humorist Or A Visionary?

If A Picture Wasn't Going Very Well I'd Put A Puppy Dog In It, Always A Mongrel, You Know, Never One Of The Full Bred Puppies. And Then I'd Put A Bandage On Its Foot... I Liked It When I Did It, But Now I'm Sick Of It.