I have no control over the audience. I have no idea what they think. My heart's pure. I can't do anything. I really can't do anything. I don't know what goes on in the crowd.

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.

She never ever lost her head even when she was giving head.

As the dead rise to live, the live sink to die, the currents are deep and raging inside.

Speaking in a common tongue, speaking through guitars and drums.

How can anybody learn anything from an artwork when the piece of art only reflects the vanity of the artist and not reality?

Life's like a mayonnaise soda.