Do you see how you hurt me, baby? So I hurt you too. Then we both get so blue. I am on a lonely road and I am traveling, looking for the key to set me free.

You snipe so steady, you snub so snide, so rip and ready to diminish and deride.

Americans have decided to be stupid and shallow since 1980.

I'm drinking champagne, got the head phones up high, can't numb you out.

Because I'm so busy and because I think of myself as a painter, I desperately guard the time that I have to paint. And sometimes I'm irresponsible to my career in order to paint. Because painting is obsessive. I forget to eat. I forget to sleep.

I could drink a case of you, darlin'...and I would still be on my feet, yes I would still be on my feet.

My heart is broken in the face of the stupidity of my species.