You'll Never Call Him Fifi Again.

Always Watch The Hands. The Hands Will Tell You Everything You Need To Know.

The Thing I Call ‘my Mind’ Seems To Be Kind Of Like A Landlord That Doesn’t Really Know Its Tenants.

What Is An Imaginary Friend? Are There Also Imaginary Enemies?

The Groove Is So Mysterious. We're Born With It And We Lose It And The World Seems To Split Apart Before Our Eyes Into Stupid And Cool. When We Get It Back, The World Unifies Around Us, And Both Stupid And Cool Fall Away. I Am Grateful To Those Who Are Keepers Of The Groove. The Babies And The Grandmas Who Hang On To It And Help Us Remember When We Forget That Any Kind Of Dancing Is Better Than No Dancing At All.

I Live In Constant Fear Of Being Fired Or Dropped For That Dark Part Of My Work I Can't Control.