When Is The Night Over? Is It

You Should Never Wish For Wishful Thinking.

Everyone On This Island Wants Something Kept Quiet. I Want To Roar

People Come To New York To Be Different, But I Go To Starbucks To Be The Same.

I Walked Inside Macy’s And Faced The Pathetic Spectacle Of A Department Store Full Of Shoppers, None Of Whom Were Shopping For Themselves. Without The Instant Gratification Of A Self-aimed Purchase, Everyone Walked Around In The Tactical Stupor Of The Financially Obligated.

I Deciced If I Were Ever To Get Into Booze And Women, My Line Would Be, 'excuse Me, Madam, But I Would Really Love To Bed And Muss You. . . . Are You Perchance Free This Evening?