If I could have any job in the world, I'd start out by writing a blog on Wired.com.

Walkin' through the leaves fallin' from the trees, Feelin' like a stranger nobody sees.

Well, my daddy, he didn't leave me much, you know he was a very simple man, but what he did tell me was this, he did say, son, he said, he say, you know it's possible to become so defiled in this world that your own father and mother will abandon you and if that happens, God will always believe in your ability to mend your ways.

You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies. One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzin' around your eyes.

If you told the truth, that was all well and good and if you told the un-truth, well, that's still well and good. Folk songs had taught me that.

How many roads must a developer walk down, before they accept the amenities package?

If you need somebody you can trust, trust yourself