I noticed that when I was on Prozac my relationship with the landscape improved. I actually stopped thinking about myself for a minute or two, because most of the thoughts one has about oneself are involved with desire or loneliness or isolation or strategies to overcome them.

Seriousness is not Calvinistic, it's not a renunciation, it's the very opposite of that.

First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

And clenching your fist for the ones like us Who are oppressed by the figures of beauty.

I've often said if I knew where the good songs came from, I'd go there more often.

What were the bodies like on the beach? Ugly and white and ruined by offices.

Raise a million filters and the rain will not be clean, until the longing for it be refined in deep confession.