The body becomes the carrier for the work. It's not really about the physical body; it really becomes the apparatus that carries and moves the work. I don't really consider the body as much; I look at it as a tool.

You're one microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan.

I don't particularly believe all love is doomed. But I guess, one is usually kinda suffering from some aborted love affair or association, rather than being at the peak of one. I think it's fairly obvious that a lot more suffering goes on in the name of love than the little happiness you can squeeze out of it.

My records are basically a litany of complaints against the world, and I'm quite like that in real life as well.

If you got a trumpet, get on your feet, brother, and blow it!

Said 2,000 years of Christian history, baby And you ain't learned to love me yet?

He who seeks, finds, and who knocks, will be let in.