I think I have a superior brain and an inferior stature, if you really want to get brutal about it.
You want to be a writer, don't know how or when? Find a quiet place, use a humble pen.
Artie travels all the time. The rehearsals were just miserable. Artie and I fought all the time. He didn't want to do the show with my band; he just wanted me on acoustic guitar.
Given all the facts that I'm young and I'm in good health and I'm famous - that I have talent, I have money - given all these facts, I want to know why I'm so unhappy.
Don't want to end up a cartoon in a cartoon grave yard.