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I Don't Know That I Could Really Define Love. I Can't . . . Again, It's Like Trying To Define What This Creative Force Is. It's Beyond My Ability To Really Define. If I Can Define It, Then It's Not It. We're Right Back To That Thing Again.

There Was A Sky Somewhere Above The Tops Of The Buildings, With Stars And A Moon And All The Things There Are In A Sky, But They Were Content To Think Of The Distant Street Lights As Planets And Stars. If The Lights Prevented You From Seeing The Heavens, Then Preform A Little Magic And Change Reality To Fit The Need. The Street Lights Were Now Planets And Stars And Moon.

... I Started To Die 36 Hours Before I Was Born, So Dying Was A Way Of Life For Me.

Everything About It Was Wrong. Thats Why It Worked So Good.

I Think In A Way The Great Irony Or Paradox About America Is That It Makes It So Hard For The Sensitive Person, The Artist, The Impressionable Person, The Person Whose Raison D'etre Is To Incarnate The Creative Will, Rather Than To Just Make Money, And Yet That Extreme Difficulty That The Culture Poses For Us Has Created Some Of The Best Artists In The Last Hundred Years.