I Don't Think Anyone Will

In The Long Run, All Wrongs Are Righted, Every Minus Is Equalized With A Plus, The Columns Are Totaled And The Totals Are Found Correct. But That's In The Long Run. We Must Live In The Short Run And Matters Are Often Unjust There. The Compensating For Us Of The Universe Makes All The Accounts Come Out Even, But They Grind Down The Good As Well As The Wicked In The Process.

It’s Lucky No One Else Knows What Our Most Secret Thoughts Are. We’d All Be Seen For The Cunning, Self-aggrandizing Fools We Are.

Los Angeles Was The Kind Of Place Where Everybody Was From Somewhere Else And Nobody Really Droppped Anchor. It Was A Transient Place. People Drawn By The Dream, People Running From The Nightmare. Twelve Million People And All Of Them Ready To Make A Break For It If Necessary. Figuratively, Literally, Metaphorically -- Any Way You Want To Look At It -- Everbody In L.a. Keeps A Bag Packed. Just In Case.

I'm A Disciple Of Raymond Chandler, Who Said In His Essays That There's A Quality Of Redemption In Anything That Can Be Called Art.

You Know You're Going To Get Burned From Time To Time. It's Just Part Of The Game. So When It Happens You Have To Pick Yourself Up, Dust Yourself Off And Forget About It Because They're About To Snap The Ball Again.