My writing just kind of exists out there in the air-it's all sort of intended as spoken, or sung, word. So, to commit them to the page...that way was kind of intimidating to me, yet intriguing, to try to reflect the rhythms and connotations and emotions that you can deliver, speaking-wise, on a page.

What we all have to admit to is that one man cannot save us. Unless we start energizing ourselves, all standing behind him with all of the force of our collective power then we can't expect mountains to be moved. And that is not exactly happening, we are a very comfortable population.

I'm recording our history now on the bedroom wall, and when we leave the landlord will come and paint over it all.

When everything else seems unclear, at least I'll know I do it for the joy it brings.

Why do our kids have to show us what gun control is all about?

Maybe you can keep me from never being happy, but you're not going to stop me from HAVING FUN!

Life is a sleazy stranger, who looks vaguely familiar; flirting with a bimbo named disaster at the end of the bar.