We're living in a certain time, and we're aware of it. And that's part of what we're aware of, along with our own personal aches and pains.
The public hungers to see talented young people kill themselves.
I want to rid my heart of envy, and cleanse my soul of rage before I'm through.
Improvisation is too good to leave to chance.
I don't believe what the papers are saying They're just out to capture my dime, Exaggerating this, exaggerating that.
How can you live in the Northeast?