I'm writing about real things. Real people. Real characters. You have to believe what I write about is true or you wouldn't pay any attention at all.

You're going to reap just what you sow

You know, when you're relaxed, you're putting it out there, and then it comes, oh, I can do that.

Things always seem to end before they start

The injuries we do in kind are visited upon us often. In the science of the mind, trying hard to move a shadow.

When I was in college, I had a jazz radio show. I called it 'Excursion on a Wobbly Rail,' after a Cecil Taylor song. I used to run around the Village following Ornette Coleman wherever he played.

When you think the night has seen your mind, That inside your twisted and unkind, Let me stand to show that you are blind. Please put down you hands cause I see you. I'll be you mirror.