I'm Up To My Ears In Unwritten

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

People Never Believe You.

And I Can't Be Running Back And Fourth Forever Between Grief And High Delight.

I'd Swear To God, If I Were A Piano Player Or An Actor Or Something And All Those Dopes Thought I Was Terrific, I'd Hate It. I Wouldn't Even Want Them To Clap For Me. People Always Clap For The Wrong Things. If I Were A Piano Player, I'd Play It In The Goddam Closet.

If You Have Something To Offer, Someone Will Learn Something From You. It's A Beautiful Reciprocal Arrangement. And It Isn't Education. It's History. It's Poetry.