All these years of thinking, ending up like this: In front of all this beauty, understanding nothing.

Wave the flag, wave the Bible, wave your sex or your business degree, whatever you want, just don't wave that thing at me.

Sometimes I catch myself doing something that I've already done. The more I've done, the more that's likely to happen. Then I just throw it away. I wait until I've got the right way of getting a thing done, which means my songwriting proceeds at a very slow pace. But it's the only way I can really work.

But nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight / Got to kick at the darkness 'til it bleeds daylight.

Everything that makes a society run is broken in Iraq. The only real structure is the people's own sense of themselves as Iraqis, which was very strong. They're a proud people, and they trace their historic roots way, way back.

The trouble with normal is it always gets worse, fashionable fascism dominates the scene.

Lord, spit on our eyes that we may see, how to wake up from this tragedy.