I see a boy with his mother's ambition, performing for love, trained in submission.

If it screams truth rather than help, if it commits itself with a courage that it can't be sure it really has, if it stands up and admits that something is wrong, but doesn't insist on blood, then it's rock n' roll.

Turning something into low resolution data does seem to make it worth less in the modern world.

The circling horse was an oblique warning that i would repeat the same mistake eternally. Would the law of averages allow it? Can anything continue without change? Nothing else in nature behaves so consistently and rigidly as a human being in pursuit of hell.

Your love is like heroin.

It makes me angry when people insist that I have a responsibility to do what they think I should do.

We won't get fooled again!