I'm Human. That's How Humans Spend Their

A Good Compilation Tape, Like Breaking Up, Is Hard To Do And Takes Ages Longer Than It Might Seem. You've Got To Kick Off With A Killer, To Grab The Attention. Then You've Got To Take It Up A Notch, Or Cool It Off A Notch…oh, There Are A Lot Of Rules.

Sometimes It's Moments Like That, Real Complicated Moments, Absorbing Moments, That Make You Realize That Even Hard Times Have Things In Them That Make You Feel Alive. And Then There's Music, And Girls, And Drugs, And Homeless People Who've Read Pauline Kael, And Wah-wah Pedals, And English Potato Chip Flavors, And I Haven't Even Read Martin Chuzzlewit Yet... There's Plenty Out There.

By The Early Seventies I Had Become An Englishman - That Is To Say, I Hated England Just As Much As Half My Compatriots Seemed To Do.

Human Beings Are Millions Of Things In One Day.

Linda Seemed To Recognize Loneliness. Possibly She Could See It Sitting Opposite Her, Sipping Lager And Trying Not To Lose Its Temper. It Was An Illness, Loneliness-it Made You Weak, Gullible, Feebleminded.