I Made Practice Runs Down To Skid

I Don't Remember Going To Bed, But In The Morning, There I Was.

I Was Fighting A Small Fight Of My Own Which Wasn't Leading Anywhere-but Like A Man With A Bent Spoon Trying To Dig Through A Cement Wall I Knew That A Small Fight Was Better Than Quitting: It Kept The Heart Alive.

An Artist Is A Man Who Says A Difficult Thing In A Simple Way

The Artist," An Ancient Sage Had Once Said, "is Always Sitting On The Doorsteps Of The Rich.

Sometimes You Just Have To Pee In The Sink.