I didn't want to work at Pizza Hut and I didn't want to join the Army. So I just decided to go out and be awesome.

I don't need to have my convictions confirmed by a show of numbers. However, being among people in front of a band leads me to believe that all is not lost, that humans, now and then, can communicate on a higher level than the political and the practical.

Sometimes it's not catastrophic. Sometimes you only come to the bottom of your coffee cup. Sometimes you have a good day. No one wants to know. No one wants to tell you about theirs either. You might somehow take it. Turn it against them. See the flaw. You always tell them the whole thing sucks. It keeps you alive. They figure if you're out there having a rotten time, everything's fine and you're doing your part. No one will ever try to take your bad times away from you but they'll come swarming for your happiness.

I am an employment hyena. I am happy to make a meal of what the lions leave behind.

Help me to withstand your beauty as it stands out of reach. Give me the capacity to forget ever having felt your touch.

When I am in Africa, I realize I don't know much, have not seen much, and there's a lot to be done.

You can say, "Well, I have a question," and someone will say, "Oh, so you hate America." And it has nothing to do with the discussion at all.