You're going to die. You're going to be dead. It could be 20 years, it could be tomorrow, anytime. So am I. I mean, we're just going to be gone. The world's going to go on without us. All right, now. You do your job in the face of that, and how seriously you take yourself, you decide for yourself.

Creativity has much to do with experience, observation and imagination, and if any one of those key elements is missing, it doesn't work.

New York was a city where you could be frozen to death in the midst of a busy street and nobody would notice.

Maybe someday you will understand, that something for nothing is everybody's plan.

The dirt of gossip blows into my face and the dust rumors cover me. But if the arrow is straight and the point is slick, it can pierce through dust no matter how thick.

May your heart always be joyful. May your song always be sung.

There are things I could say. But I don't.