I Never Had A Rejection Slip In

It's Redundant To Die In Los Angeles.

Life Is A Moderately Good Play With A Badly Written Third Act.

Ever Since I Was A Child, Folks Have Thought They Had Me Pegged, Because Of The Way I Am, The Way I Talk. And They're Always Wrong.

Aprils Have Never Meant Much To Me, Autumns Seem That Season Of Beginning, Spring.

The Wind Is Us-- It Gathers And Remembers All Our Voices, Then Sends Them Talking And Telling Through The Leaves And The Fields.