You'll Find God In The Church Of

She Took Off Her Wheel, Took Off Her Bell, Took Off Her Wig, Said, How Do I Smell? I Hot Footed It Barenaked Out The Window.

My Songs Were Influenced Not So Much By Poetry On The Page But By Poetry Being Recited By The Poets Who Recited Poems With Jazz Bands.

I Always Thought The Best Kind Of Sunglasses Are The Motorcycle Helmets With The Black Plastic Masks On Them. That Way, Nobody Can Recognize The Back Of Your Head Either.

Take Care Of All Your Memories. For You Cannot Relive Them.

Fearing Not That I'd Become My Enemy In The Instant That I Preach