Life Is A Tragedy Full Of Joy.

Comedy, I Imagine, Is Harder To Do Consistently Than Tragedy, But I Like It Spiced In The Wine Of Sadness.

The Idea Is To Get The Pencil Moving Quickly.

In My Dreams I Ate And I Ate My Dreams.

Prufrock Had Measured Out His Life With Measuring Spoons; Dubin, In Books Resurrecting The Lives Of Others.

A Man Is An Island In The Only Sense That Matters, Not An Easy Way To Be. We Live In Mystery, A Cosmos Of Separate Lonely Bodies, Men, Insects, Stars. It Is All Loneliness And Men Know It Best.