As a young man, every bone in my body wanted to pick up a machine gun and kill Germans. And yet I had absolutely no reason to do so. Certainly nobody invited me to do the job. But that's what I felt that I was trained to do. Now no part of my upbringing was militaristic.

There's a man upon that ledge, he's only cleaning windows. What a shame for the pain we're missing. Gonna lean back on my wall and pray for him to fall.

Man makes machines to man the machines that make the machines.

Give love, and keep blood between brothers

Your love is like heroin.

It's terrible feeling like an eligible bachelor but no women seeming to agree with you.

All good art cannot help but confront denial on its way to truth.