They Wanted Me To Be A Concert

I'm Sure Many Writers Have These Strange, Tiny Little Habits.

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!

I Like Neurotic People. I Like Troubled People. Not That I Don't Like Squared-away People, But I Prefer Neurotic People. I Like To Hear Rumblings Beneath The Surface.

I Chose And My World Was Shaken. So What? The Choice May Have Been Mistaken; The Choosing Was Not. You Have To Move On.

If People Have Split Views About Your Work, I Think It's Flattering. I'd Rather Have Them Feel Something About It Than Dismiss It.