In forty-five minutes, it'll all be done. We'll all be good and crispy, but we'll still be number one.

Cause a man with a briefcase can steal more money than any man with a gun.

This year, notoriety got confused with fame, and the devil is down hearted because there is nothing left for him to claim.

It was a pretty good year for predators.

So much time weeping and wailing and shaking our fists, creating enemies that really don't exist.

Some records with drum machines on them sound phony and plastic. It all depends on how you use the tools.

Fame, at one time, was associated with accomplishment, but in this day and age fame and notoriety have become confused.