what bothers me today is the lack of, well, i guess you'd call it authentic experience. so much is a sham. so much is artificial, synthetic, watered-down, and standardized...we're standardizing people, their goals, their ideas. the sham is everywhere.

Rivers are the primal highways of life. From the crack of time, they had borne men's dreams, and in their lovely rush to elsewhere, fed our wanderlust, mimicked our arteries, and charmed our imaginations in a way the static pond or vast and savage ocean never could.

You've heard of people calling in sick. You may have called in sick a few times yourself. But have you ever thought about calling in well

Rap music... sounds like somebody feeding a rhyming dictionary to a popcorn popper.

I am cheerful. I don't know if I'm happy. There is a difference, you know.

We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love.

And it rained a screaming. And it rained a rawness. And it rained a plasma. And it rained a disorder.