In One Word He Told

From The Three, You Then Use One To Make Eight Ones. You Add Those Ones To The Three, And You Get One-three Base Eight, Or, In Other Words, In Base Ten You Have Eleven, And You Take Away Seven. And Seven From Eleven Is Four. Now Go Back To The Sixty-fours, You're Left With Two.

I Went From Adolescence To Senility, Trying To Bypass Maturity.

I Figure I Wrote 37 Songs In 20 Years, And That's Not Exactly A Full-time Job. It Wasn't That I Was Writing And Writing And Writing And Quit.

Oh, The Protestants Hate The Catholics/ And The Catholics Hate The Protestants/ And The Hindus Hate The Muslims/ And Everybody Hates The Jews.

I Find Enough Mystery In Mathematics To Satisfy My Spiritual Needs. I Think, For Example, That Pi Is Mysterious Enough (don't Get Me Started!) Without Having To Worry About God. Or If Pi Isn't Enough, How About Fractals? Or Quantum Mechanics?