The Public Has Always Expected

My Dream Of Happiness: A Quiet Spot By The Jamaican Seashore . . . Hearing The Wind Sob With The Beauty And The Tragedy Of Everything. Sitting Under An Almond Tree, With The Leaf Spread Over Me Like An Umbrella.

I Am Convinced Of The Validity Of Contradiction. There Are Many Worlds. Each Is True, At Its Time, In Its Own Fashion

Women Won't Let Me Stay Single And I Won't Let Me Stay Married.

I Portray Myself As Wicked, Hoping I Will Not Be Regarded As Wicked. But I May Be Wicked In The Biblical Sense

You Once Liked The Blissful Mobility, But Then You Wonder, Who's The Real You? And Who's The Chap On The Screen? You Know, I Catch Myself Acting Out My Life Like A Goddamn Script.