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So Here's To The Girls On The Go Everybody Tries. Look Into Their Eyes, And You'll See What They Know: Everybody Dies. A Toast To That Invincible Bunch, The Dinosaurs Surviving The Crunch. Let's Hear It For The Ladies Who Lunch Everybody Rise!

If You Told Me To Write A Love Song Tonight, I'd Have A Lot Of Trouble. But If You Tell Me To Write A Love Song About A Girl With A Red Dress Who Goes Into A Bar And Is On Her Fifth Martini And Is Falling Off Her Chair, That's A Lot Easier, And It Makes Me Free To Say Anything I Want.

Over A Period Of Time It's Been Driven Home To Me That I'm Not Going To Be The Most Popular Writer In The World, So I'm Always Happy When Anything In Any Way Is Accepted.

Into The Woods You Go Again You Have To Every Now And Then Into The Woods, No Telling When Be Ready For The Journey Into The Woods, Each Time You Go There's More To Learn Of What You Know.

The Last Collaborator Is Your Audience ... When The Audience Comes In, It Changes The Temperature Of What You've Written. Things That Seem To Work Well -- Work In A Sense Of Carry The Story Forward And Be Integral To The Piece -- Suddenly Become A Little Less Relevant Or A Little Less Functional Or A Little Overlong Or A Little Overweight Or A Little Whatever. And So You Start Reshaping From An Audience.