Mama, Don't Take My Kodachrome Away.

I Don't Really Like To Write At A Desk. I Like To Write When Driving In A Car. ... Once You're Working On It, You're Working On It All The Time, And Sometimes Stuff'll Come In The Middle Of The Night, In A Dream Or Something. Your Mind Is Working On It All The Time.

Where Have You Gone, Joe Dimaggio? A Nation Turns Its Lonely Eyes To You.

I've Got Nothing To Do Today But Smile.

One Man's Ceiling Is Another Man's Floor.

Why Am I So Soft In The Middle When The Rest Of My Life Is So Hard?