They used to laugh at me when I refused to ride on all those double decker buses, all because there was no driver on the top.

I create by feeling rather than by intellectualizing.

I wanted to paint in a folk-artist-y way. My heroes were Van Gogh, Gauguin, Matisse, and Rembrandt. I think Picasso is about as a modern as I got. But I incorporated things that they rejected as well as movements that happened later.

A few drinks later you're not so choosy when the closing lights strip off the shadows on this strange new flesh you've found.

But now it's just another show, you leave em laughing when you go. And if you care, don't let them know, don't give yourself away.

I get the urge for going/But I never seem to go.

Everyone I know has attention deficit, and they say it with great pride. It's a bad time to be right.