I was blessed with the talent. God gave me the gift to put words together and make popular songs.
Relationships, the ones that last anyway, are really an extended game of Let's Make A Deal.
If plan A doesn't work, the alphabet has 25 more letters - 204 if you're in Japan.
Everybody does stupid things in life. Some of us more than others. You think you're going to get away with it. Or one or both of you just stop thinking. But it happens. And when it does, you can keep drinking it like poison, or you can put it behind you and go make the most of the rest of your life.
I'd spent so many years doing things I didn't really want to do for people I didn't really like.
Maybe part of find what you wanted was recognizing what you didn't want. Maybe there was hope for me yet.
Why is it that even when you're trying your hardest not to get attached, something still sneaks up on you?
Sunshine of late afternoon-- On the glass tray a glass pitcher, the tumbler turned down, by which a key is lying--And the immaculate white bed
I like what I see now in China, but I think the Japanese are a step ahead into craziness and weirdness. I go to galleries there that are the size of a New York elevator, and every time I'm surprised by the amazing things I find. I really hope I'll be able to promote some of these artists, to show their work in the West.
Evidently there are plenty of people in journalism who have neither got what they liked nor quite grown to like what they get. They write pieces they do not much enjoy writing, for papers they totally despise, and the sad process ends by ruining their style and disintegrating their personality, two developments which in a writer cannot be separate, since his personality and style must progress or deteriorate together, like a married couple in a country where death is the only permissible divorce.
I couldn't imagine doing a show where I'd once again have to answer to corporate interests.