There's a new reality born every minute. Unless one is a believer in predestination (in which case I'll call the prestidigitator), or other puppet-like restraints on our powers, one is free to imagine and effect changes on the world. And if enough people do it, there are big changes. These things happen. Anything can.

To get nostalgic about other people's music, or even about your own, makes a terrible statement about the condition of your life and your prospects for the future.

Now I call myself a bleeding heart libertarian. Because I do believe in the principles of Libertarianism as an ideal - because I'm an idealist.

I remain the optimist: you just do your best and hope for the best. But it's an evolving state of mind.

Like a force of nature love can fade with the stars at dawn...

People don't realize the limitations of 200 words, and the way they get chiselled down into a song that has to be sung.

It was actually drumming that gave me the stamina to get into sports later.