I Love You To Pieces, Distraction, Etc.

I Mean How Do You Know What You're Going To Do Till You Do It? The Answer Is, You Don't. I Think I Am, But How Do I Know? I Swear It's A Stupid Question.

I Suspect That Money Is A Far Greater Distraction For The Artist Than Hunger.

People Are Mostly Hot To Have A Discussion When You're Not.

If I Were A Piano Player, I'd Play It In The Goddam Closet.

They Didn't Act Like People And They Didn't Act Like Actors. It's Hard To Explain. They Acted More Like They Knew They Were Celebrities And All. I Mean They Were Good, But They Were Too Good.