Mind Is Shapely, Art Is Shapely.

Last Exit To Brooklyn Should Explode Like A Rusty Hellish Bombshell Over America And Still Be Eagerly Read In A Hundred Years.

Scientist Alone Is True Poet He Gives Us The Moon He Promises The Stars He'll Make Us A New Universe If It Comes To That.

The Closet Door Is Open For Me, Where I Left It, Since I Left It Open, It Has Graciously Stayed Open.

Concentrate On What You Want To Say To Yourself And Your Friends. Follow Your Inner Moonlight; Don't Hide The Madness. You Say What You Want To Say When You Don't Care Who's Listening.

I Heard You Asking Questions Of Each: Who Killed The Pork Chops? What Price Bananas? Are You My Angel?