There's an old Russian saying that goes some way or another. I don't know it. I don't speak Russian. But sometimes I think about it and wonder if it's relevant to what I'm going through at the time. Probably not. I mean what do Russian know about hunger, anyway?

Hot Potato is a very different game when the people playing are starving.

I think they should put pies on the fronts of trains, so that when they hit something it's at least a little bit funny.

My family was fine, it's just a different way of going about life. Creativity was not something that was isolated and identified and valued.

When I look up at the clouds I see so many animals, mostly sheep who have lost their limbs and heads.

One time I saw an old man in a hurry and I thought, 'That makes sense.'

I wish I lived next to Carnegie Hall. Then, if someone asked me how to get to my house, I would just say 'Practice, practice, practice, and then take a left.'