We're the culture that cried wolf.

Your birth is a mistake you'll spend your whole life trying to correct.

The air will always be to filled with something. Your body too sore or tired. Your father too drunk. Your wife too cold. You will always have some excuse not to live your life.

Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.

It's not enough to be numbered with the grains of sand on the beach and the stars in the sky.

I'm fascinated by the whole issue of arousal addiction, which seems to be mostly a problem for young men.

I take a lot of flak from the counter-establishment for selling out.