I've Forgotten Most Of What I've Read

You Have To Keep Cracking Yourself Open Or You Become A Parody Of Yourself.

And What Can I Tell You, My Brother, My Killer, What Can I Possibly Say? I Guess That I Miss You, I Guess I Forgive You, I'm Glad You Stood In My Way

I Turned My Back On The Devil, Turned My Back On The Angel Too.

I Guess You Go For Nothing, If You Really Want To Go That Far.

Growing Old Becomes Clear To You At A Certain Point. I Think It's After The Age Of 70 You Realize - You Begin To Actually Be Convinced - You're Growing Older.