I urge you to read the Occupy Manifesto, written by the New York City General Assembly. It is unavoidably clear. This is not directionless action. If it were, the media would have moved on.

I try to get myself up and moving as early as possible. Optimum is to be on the treadmill while it is still dark outside.

I'm a liar. I'll rip your mind up. I'll burn your soul, I'll turn you in to me.

Young, gay and stuck in Arkansas? Sounds like a horror flick.

I will never say the things that I want to say to you. I know the damage it would do. I love you more than I hate my loneliness and pain.

Nowadays, the media have to be there to keep you from asking too many questions, from getting together with other people who might want to do the Jeffersonian thing and call out the government.

As performers grow older, I reckon there are two ways they can go. They can either be up there, playing more deeply from their guts than ever, or they can be phoning it in so crassly that it leaves a lump in your throat as you leave the venue at the end of the show.