Art Doesn't Have To Do

I'm Moving To Nevada. Either There Or Kill Myself.

A Man Can Go Along Obeying All The Rules And Then It Don't Matter A Damn Anymore.

There Isn't Enough Of Anything As Long As We Live. But At Intervals A Sweetness Appears And, Given A Chance Prevails.

It's Strange. You Never Start Out Life With The Intention Of Becoming A Bankrupt Or An Alcoholic Or A Cheat And A Thief. Or A Liar.

Don’t Complain, Don’t Explain.