I've written for the last 15 years on TV shows, but now I'm doing the new Charlie Sheen program, 'Anger Management.'
Industry executives sacrificed art for what sells and mega-stars now saturate the market with the same tired lyrics.
New Wave art was the rage of the eighties. Now it's exhibited in oldies-but-goodies museums, usually in black-and-pink frames.
Right now I am preparing for another art exhibit in November in Palm Desert.
What I am sad about is that there is now, in America, no equivalent to the art circuit.
The term 'celebrity memoir' has gotten such a bad name now, but there used to be a little bit of an art form to it.
Thoughts not only manifest into reality, they define it.
I have a new nickname for Dottie. She's now the Crazy Whisperer.
Samantha, you're in my world now. We have standards here." -Jesse
Calculus was not math. It was a fucking science experiment gone wrong.
The only valid faith today is disbelief.
I am remembering it now.
I want us horizontal with a whole lot of naked, now.
What does myself now say to me? "Open the door of Mystery.
Where there is anger there is always pain underneath.
It was absolutely necessary to interrupt him now.
I'm going to kiss you now, and I don't know if I'll ever stop.
--here, now, always-- T.S. Eliot
They’ve made her something else now.
I don't know? Maybe because we had sex.
The old me is younger than the new me, the me now.
