And as an afterthought, this too must be told: Some people have taken pure bullshit and turned it into gold.

Imagination is my best friend.

Went looking for faith on the forest floor, and it showed up everywhere. In the sun, and the water, and the falling leaves, the falling leaves of time.

We had the Vietnam War in the '60s, and there was a draft. The students didn't believe in it, and it unified them.

Long, flat expanses of professionalism bother me. I'd rather have a band that could explode at any time.

Of course you have to support the troops. They're just kids. They're doing for their country what's expected of them.

Welfare mothers make better lovers.