They build machines they can't control, and bury the waste in a great big hole.
Yoga is almost like music in a way; there's no end to it.
I don't understand American football at all. It looks like all-in wrestling with crash helmets.
When the world is running down, you make the best of what's still around.
That sense of failure, I don't know where people put it who don't write songs and aren't able to emote physically. It must go somewhere.
When there's no information and the compass turns to nowhere that you know well, let your soul be your pilot.