I don't mind The Boss. I think he's an honest guy. I have some of his records, not all of them. I've met a couple of the E-Street guys, and they seem really cool.

If it's a man's world, as they say, then men, your world is a poorly run carnage fest.

There's no retirement, there's just a few years of non-work by the fire with someone bringing you some tea and relative peace and playing with the grandchildren.

My love runs deeper than the wounds.

We know that in September, we will wander through the warm winds of summer's wreckage. We will welcome summer's ghost.

Thank you for touching me. Some of the only moments worth living were spent with you. Not you especially, the collective you.

Airports in major cities, like LAX, are trippy environments. It is at once a national and international gathering of those in transition: The euphoric, emerging from planes, their journey at an end, and the determined, about to depart.