The Writers Job Is To Get Naked,

If You're Gonna Write, For God In Heaven's Sake, Try To Get Naked. Try To Write The Truth. Try To Get Underneath All The Sham, All The Excuses, All The Lies That You've Been Told.

Alcohol Whipped Me. Alcohol And I Had Many, Many Marvelous Times Together. We Laughed, We Talked, We Danced At The Party Together; Then One Day I Woke Up And The Band Had Gone Home And I Was Lying In The Broken Glass With A Shirt Full Of Puke And I Said, 'hey, Man, The Ball Game's Up'.

I Am Not Perfect." It Came Out In A Rush Of Breath. "see I Thought I Was. Thank God I Ain't. See A Perfect Thing Ain't Got A Chance. The World Kills It, Everything Perfect. (listen To Him!) Now See A Thing That Ain't Perfect, It Grows Like A Weed. Yeah, Like A Weed! A Thing That Ain't Perfect Gets Hand Clapping, Smiles, Takes The Wire An Easy Winner. But The World Ain't Set Up Right If You Perfect. You Lible To Run Right Into A Brick Wall. Looks Like Suicide. All The Weeds Say, Looka There, It Suicide!

Men To Whom God Is Dead Worship One Another.

We Want To Be Famous As A Writer, As A Poet, As A Painter, As A Politician, As A Singer, Or What You Will. Why? Becauwse We Really Don't Lov What We Are Doing. If You Loved To Sing, Or To Paint, Or To Write Poems - If You Really Loved It - You Would Not Be Concerned With Whether You Are Famous Or Not. ... Our Present Education Is Rotten Because It Teaches Us To Love Nothing Is Allowed To Die In A Society Of Storytelling People.