The Psyche Has Been Burned

You Fall Into The Mirror, Come Through The Other Side Staring At A Lightbulb.

I Was A Man Who Thrived On Solitude; Without It I Was Like Another Man Without Food Or Water. Each Day Without Solitude Weakened Me. I Took No Pride In My Solitude; But I Was Dependent On It. The Darkness Of The Room Was Like Sunlight To Me.

…he Was Always High On Drugs. I Was Not A Drug Man, But In Case I Wanted To Hide From Myself For A Few Days, I Knew I Could Get Anything I Wanted From Him.

In New York You've Got To Have All The Luck.

I Would Be Married, But I'd Have No Wife, I Would Be Married To A Single Life.