We have a war dictator who was not elected, he snuck in. so he punishes people that threaten him in any way, or even say something he doesn't like. It has no resemblance to democracy.

I hang my laundry on the line when I write.

I always thought the women of song don't get along, and I don't know why that is.

I get the same charge from juxtaposition of colors as I do from juxtaposition of chords.

Innocence is drowned in anarchy. The best lack conviction given time to think, and the worst are full of passion without mercy.

Rationally I have no hope, irrationally I believe in miracles.

I see bodies as individual things.