As I Get Older I

Recipe For Happiness Khaborovsk Or Anyplace' One Grand Boulevard With Trees With One Grand Cafe In Sun With Strong Black Coffee In Very Small Cups. One Not Necessarily Very Beautiful Man Or Woman Who Loves You. One Fine Day.

In Plato's Republic, Poets Were Considered Subversive, A Danger To The Republic. I Kind Of Relish That Role. So I See My Present Role As A Gadfly, To Use My Soapbox To Promote My Various Ideas And Obsesions.

Well, I Didn't Know How To Draw Very Well Back Then, In The '40s And '50s.

I Feel There Is An Angel In Me' She'd Say 'whom I Am Constantly Shocking

As I Get Older I Perceive Life Has Its Tail In Its Mouth.