the anchor man thrown overboard has simply rooted us in history's repeating cycle

A lie preserved in stained glass doesn't make it more true.

I have offered myself to the inkwell of the wordsmith that I might be shaped into new terms of being.

Talk to strangers when the family fails and friends lead you astray when Buddha laughs and Jesus weeps and it turns out God is gay. 'Cause angels and messiahs love can come in many forms: in the hallways of your projects, or the fat girl in your dorm, and when you finally take the time to see what they’re about perhaps you find them lonely or their wisdom trips you out.

The organization of self, and all self-aligning principles would be those that I promote.

When I finally decide that I'm ready to get out of bed, it could be the sunlight, it could be the fact that I'm awake, and, OK, first of all, I wake up in the morning because I have to go to the bathroom.

We all have different relationships with music. But the music is always there.