When I Work With Young

The Moment You Start Dividing Thought And Feeling, The Ratio Of Sinitive From The Intuitive, You're Dead. There Is No Difference Between Emotion And Thought. You Can Be Unreasonable.

People're Artists They're Doing Something, Taking A Hunk Of Chaps, Giving It Some Order, Some Form, And Presenting It Saying Here Is My Little Song And Dance, My Chaos.

I'm A Working Stiff, Baby, Just Like Everybody Else.

And Maddest Of All, To See Life As It Is And Not As It Should Be.

George Eliot Is My Only Steady Girlfriend. We Go To Bed Together Every Night.