My Memory Loves You… It Asks About

Reading A Book, For Me At Least, Is Like Traveling In Someone Else's World. If It's A Good Book, Then You Feel Comfortable And Yet Anxious To See What's Going To Happen To You There, What'll Be Around The Next Corner. But If It's A Lousy Book, Then It's Like Going Through Secaucus, New Jersey -- It Smells And You Wish You Weren't There, But Since You've Started The Trip, You Roll Up The Windows And Breathe Through Your Mouth Until You're Done.

The Only Question That Nobody Ever Asks Is: What Breaks Your Heart? I Think That Should Be Asked Of All "artists."... So, What Breaks Your Heart?

I Have Never Heard Anyone Say This Is It. I Know Right Now Is The High Point Of My Life. It Will Never Get Any Better. Only In Retrospect Do We Recognize The Best Times And Of Course Then It Is Too Late.

Kids Own Nothing. Everything Is Either Promised, Borrowed, Longed For Or Exaggerated.

One Of The Saddest Realities Is That We Never Know When Our Lives Are At Their Peak. Only After It Is Over And We Have Some Kind Of Perspective Do We Realize How Good We Had It A Day, A Month, Five Years Ago.