The great thing about The Clash of course is that they keep searching for answers beyond that.

(Punk rock is) lunging after some glimpse of a new and better world.

All humans are the same sex, except albinos.

The ultimate sin of any performer is contempt for the audience.

The only questions worth asking today are whether humans are going to have any emotions tomorrow, and what the quality of life will be if the answer is no.

The whole point of American culture is to pick up any old piece of trash and make it shine with more facets than the Hope Diamond.

A young woman is dead. I don’t care. You probably don’t care. The police don’t care. The papers don’t care. The punks for the most part don’t care. The only people that care are (I suppose) her parents and (I’m almost certain) the boy accused of murdering her.