Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding/Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.

Getting drunk . . . you're in complete control up to a point. It's your choice, every time you take a sip. You have a lot of small choices. It's like . . . I guess it's the difference between suicide and slow capitulation . . .

Cancel my subscription to the resurrection.

Is everybody in?... Is everybody in?... Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin...

I see myself as an intelligent, sensitive human, with the soul of a clown which forces me to blow it at the most important moments.

I think people resist freedom because they're afraid of the unknown. But it's ironic....That unknown was once very well known. It's where our souls belong....The only solution is to confront them - confront yourself - with the greatest fear imaginable. Expose yourself to your deepest fear. After that, fear has no power, and fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free.

Take it easy baby, take it as it comes - specialize in having fun!