Some People Think I Look

In Some Ways, America Has Grown Up To Be A Masterpiece Of Self-concern.

Maybe The Tragedy Of The Human Race Was That We Had Forgotten That We Are Each Divine.

New York Was The Only City I Knew In The World Where You Could Be Desperately Lonely At Nine In The Morning, Crossing The Street For A Bagel At Gristede's, And Find That Seven Hours Later You Were Drinking Irish Coffee At P.j. Clarke's With All The Friends You Had Inherited Along The Way.

I've Made So Many Movies Playing A Hooker That They Don't Pay Me In The Regular Way Anymore. They Leave It On The Dresser.

I Mean, I'm Just Speaking Of My Own Experiences And My Own Desires, And It's A Kind Of A Childlike Wonder That Could Really Possibly Speculate On Other Dimensions.