I was recruited to teach 9-year-olds. I taught for two years.

It's a big enough umbrella, but it's always me that ends up getting wet.

Takes more than combat boots to make a man.

I come from a family of losers, and I've rejected my family as something I don't want to be like.

Great music as much about the space in between the notes as it is about the notes themselves.

I exist in a state of almost perpetual hysteria.

I realize that nothing's as it seems.