I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.

I'd rather be thin than famous but I'm fat paste that in your broadway show

Never mistake talking about writing for actual writing.

And the story of love is a long sad tale ending in graves.

I looked up at the dark sky and prayed to God for a better break in life and a better chance to do something for the little people I loved.

You can't teach the old maestro a new tune.

We wandered in a frenzy and a dream (301).