Get Your Dirty Stinking Moron

I Told Her I Loved Her And All. It Was A Lie, Of Course, But The Thing Is, I Meant It When I Said It. I'm Crazy. I Swear To God I Am.

For Joy, Apparently, It Was All Franny Could Do To Hold The Phone, Even With Both Hands.

An Artist's Only Concern Is To Shoot For Some Kind Of Perfection, And On His Own Terms, Not Anyone Else's.

Some People You Shouldn't Kid, Even If They Deserve It.

I Know. I'm Very Hard To Talk To. I Realize That.