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

I'd harbored hopes that the intelligence that once inhabited novels or films would ingest rock. I was, perhaps, wrong.

There's a bit of magic in everything, and some loss to even things out.

I'll tell ya, I'm a genuinely nice guy. I really am. A real nice guy. But I think I'm temperamental.

You won't see my parents honored on any stamps.

I like mindless disco... they say the lyrics are stupid and repetitious. So what's wrong with that? So is lying in the sun. Not everything has to be serious.

Valium would have helped that bash.