What’s Any Artist, But The Dregs Of

That Was Youth With Its Reckless Exuberance When All Things Were Possible Pursued By Age Where We Are Now, Looking Back At What We Destroyed, What We Tore Away From That Self Who Could Do More, And Its Work That's Become My Enemy Because That's What I Can Tell You About, That Youth Who Could Do Anything.

What's Any Artist, But The Dregs Of His Work? The Human Shambles That Follows It Around. What's Left Of The Man When The Work's Done But A Shambles Of Apology.

If You Want To Make A Million You Don't Have To Understand Money, What You Have To Understand Is People's Fears About Money

...mementos Of This World, In Which The Things Worth Being Were So Easily Exchanged For The Things Worth Having.

Why Do You Treat Me As They Do, As Though I Were Exactly What I Want To Be. Why Do We Treat People That Way?