If you are a kid in Beverly Hills, (I am not putting down people who live in Beverly Hills) if that kid knows private school and a credit card... you can't say the kid is taking life for granted. He is taking the life that was given to him.

My unconditional sure thing is that I don't have one.

No time for drug addiction, no time for smoke or booze. Too strong for a shortened life span, I've got no time to lose.

Books are cool, but knowledge without mileage doesn't mean anything to me.

Listen to the stage manager and get on stage when they tell you to. No one has time for the rock star bullshit. None of the techs backstage care if you're David Bowie or the milkman. When you act like a jerk, they are completely unimpressed with the infantile display that you might think comes with your dubious status. They were there hours before you building the stage, and they will be there hours after you leave tearing it down. They should get your salary, and you should get theirs.

You are the untold story. You are the impassioned truth wanting to scream its existence, to be forever trapped by a strong hand clapped firmly over the mouth of my soul.

The history of apartheid-era South Africa is incredibly sad and at times infuriatingly incomprehensible.