I'm pretty much a workaholic, but when you're doing what you love it's hard to think of a reason to stop.

And this vague little smile is my all purpose expression the meaning of which I will leave to your discretion.

I don't like my language watered down, I don't like my edges rounded off.

Stepped out into the cold, collar high, under the slate gray sky. The air was smoking and the streets were dry, and I wasn't joking when I said goodbye.

There's a paradox in every paradigm.

While out in TV Nation, under darkening skies, the resistance is just waiting to be organized.

You've got your whole life to do something, And that's not very long. So why don't you give me a call When you're willing to fight For what you think is real, For what you think is right.