You've gotta blow the roof off of your heart and let the universe in.

Teach them about anger, the sin that comes with dawning. Teach them about flowers, and the beauty of forgiveness.

Give me your hungry, your tired, your poor, that's what the Statue of Bigotry says. Your poor huddled masses, let's just club them to death, and get it over with.

You know, when you're relaxed, you're putting it out there, and then it comes, oh, I can do that.

I can create a vibe without saying anything, just by being in the room.

Herpes, AIDS, the Middle East at full throttle. Better check that sausage before you put it in the waffle.

The president's dead, no one can find his head, its been missing for two weeks. But no one seemed to notice it.