Now you see how you are, the wisdom mixed in with all the scars.

One person's roar is another's whine, just as one person's music is another's unendurable noise.

Technically speaking, there is no music whatsoever on a CD. Lots of information, but no music.

It's good to be able to deal with it [anger] somehow other than drinking, fighting, crashing cars, hitting your kid, your wife, your husband, your whatever. Paintbrushes, pens, movie cameras, guitars, microphones, typewriters -- these are good things. Weights. These are positive ways, good ways to deal with anger, frustration, alienation, rage. 'Cause all the other ways do nothing but hurt people.

I want to change things for the better, just like everybody else.

Is it a shame that I can’t accept love? Am I too burned out to move towards what will keep me alive or too smart to get pulled into someone else’s world?

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