When I look at certain aspects of popular culture - not everything because I like a lot of things - sometimes my heart breaks a little bit, just a little bit. I begin to ponder what happened to this generation, I don't know.

I have an acquired taste for language, yet it is seldom an actual focus of mine.

Two autumns and I have not changed enough.

Fax me a fact, and I'll telegram a hologram.

For all the ghosts and corpses that shall never know the breath of our children so long for the sacrifice and endurance of our mothers and the sustained breath of our fathers we live

I can't say that I always want to get out of bed, you know.

The music aids the message, it's there to punctuate and abbreviate and shape the silence