I'm glad I escaped the clutches of those evil gnomes... I'm talking, of course, about Puerto Ricans.

Mephostopheles is the name of a male gigolo I knew. When he's reaching up to grab me, I suppose it's an erotic bit of poetry.

Obviously, the duty of artists is there, but it's more an indictment of the political system that someone like Zinn views artists as the seers, idealizing them as the people responsible for inspiring change.

I don't know why people called me Tom. My name is THUMB.

I grew up believing that I was fundamentally powerless.

Being in a band turns you into a child and keeps you there.

I tied a bunch of balloons to a beach chair and tried to float up to heaven. *begins to weep* There's no heaven, and birds tried to kill me! *shrivels up*