Sometimes, I Think The Only

These Are Very Confusing Times. For The First Time In History A Woman Is Expected To Combine: Intelligence With A Sharp Hairdo, A Raised Consciousness With High Heels, And An Open, Nonsexist Relationship With A Tan Guy Who Has A Great Bod.

I Do Dumb Stuff, Like Playing My Favorite Dumb Barry White Song And Lip-synching Into The Mirror So It Looks Like His Voice Is Coming Out Of My Mouth.

Sometimes, I Think The Only Art Left For Us Is Slowly Peeling The Label Off A Beer Bottle While Somebody Tells You About A Dream They Had.

Going On Letterman Is Like Going Off The High Dive. It's Exhilarating, But After A While It Wasn't The Kind Of Thrill I Enjoyed.

There Was A Beautiful Time In The Beginning When I Just Did It And Didn't Analyze The Consequences, But I Think That Time Ends In Everyone's Work.