Too Much Of Nothing Can Turn A

And I'll Stand On The Ocean Until I Start Sinking.

Every Writer At The New Yorker Is Smarter Than Me.

There Are Those Who Worship Loneliness, I'm Not One Of Them In This Age Of Fiberglass I'm Searching For A Gem The Crystal Ball Up On The Wall Hasn't Shown Me Nothing Yet I've Paid The Price Of Solitude, But At Last I'm Out Of Debt

I Need All Kinds Of Songs - Fast Ones, Slow Ones, Minor Key, Ballads, Rumbas - And They All Get Juggled Around During A Live Show. I've Been Trying For Years To Come Up With Songs That Have The Feeling Of A Shakespearean Drama, So I'm Always Starting With That.

Too Much Of Nothing, It Just Makes A Fellow Mean.