Fear, she's the mother of violence.

Deadlines are things that we pass through on the way to finishing.

With this darkness all around me, I like to be liked. In this emptiness and fear, I want to be wanted. Cause I love to be loved.

Whenever there's a camera around, a video or film camera, it's a great deal harder for those in power to bury the story.

Surround yourself with brilliance.

The earthly power sucks shadowed milk from sleepy tears undone, from nippled skin as smooth as silk the bugles blown as one.

Everybody nose dive, hold your breath, count to five. Back slap, booby trap, cover it up in bubble wrap. Room shake, earth quake, find a way to stay awake. It's going to blow, it's going to break, this is more than I can take.