I would feel real trapped in this life if I didn't know I could commit suicide at any time.

Bush is a natural-born loser with a filthy-rich daddy who pimped his son out to rich oil-mongers. He hates music, football and sex, in no particular order, and he is no fun at all.

There is no such thing as paranoia. Your worst fears can come true at any moment.

As hideous and dumb as it sounds, I wouldn't be at all surprised by an invasion of Iraq on September II. I'll take a long shot bet on that.

He wandered into the Newsroom and asked for a job the same way he’d walk into a barbershop and ask for a haircut, and with no more idea of being turned down.

Never mind the track. The track is for punks. We are Road People. We are Cafe Racers.

Love plans for tomorrow and loneliness thinks of yesterday.