Sex Was For Men. Marriage, Like Lifeboats,

One Of The Great Things To Pretend Is That You're Not Only Alright, You're In Great Shape. Now To Have That Come True - I've Actually Gone On Stage Depressed And That's Worked Its Magic On Me, 'cause If I Can Convince You That I'm Alright, Then Maybe I Can Convince Me.

Certainly There Are People Who Like Me, But Then There Are Those Who Don't Know Me Who Gossip About Me. You Can't Believe The Things I've Heard.

My Fear Is That I Will Be Crushed In An Elevator And My Mother Will Get Hold Of My Journals From My Adolescence.

I Have A Girlfriend Who Talks Like That All The Time. Who Constantly Complain About Their Periods And Plumbing And Stuff.

I Think That Now Most People Know Someone In Their Family That Is Coping With Something, But There Is Still A Tremendous Amount Of Shame - That One Is Still Regarded As A Defective Unit ... If Only They Would Pull Up Their Bootstraps - They Are Only Indulging Their Emotions, Everybody's Moody, Blah, Blah, Blah.