You always know the mark of a coward. A coward hides behind freedom. A brave person stands in front of freedom and defends it for others.

Death metal uses a lot of white face paint and black hair dye to make its point. I quite enjoy this genre for its intensity, extremism and underlying irony: You have to be alive to play it and listen to it.

I am primarily a loner. I don't go to clubs. I don't hang out with people. I don't know many people. It's just the way it ended up. It's not a sob story; it's fine for me.

If I hear, 'Be afraid of Tehran,' I'm like, 'I'd better go to Tehran.'

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 forged myself out of a vacuum. I crawl along the highway on hacked off stumps year after year. Some wonder how and why. I never do.

There's a lot of mountain climbers trapped inside of bodies of people behind the counter at Kinko's.