I'm Most Comfortable On Stage.

Pizza Makes Me Think That Anything Is Possible.

We Know That In September, We Will Wander Through The Warm Winds Of Summer's Wreckage. We Will Welcome Summer's Ghost.

I Forged Myself Out Of A Vacuum. I Crawl Along The Highway On Hacked Off Stumps Year After Year. Some Wonder How And Why. I Never Do.

It Is Our Destiny To Be Born Beautiful Into An Ugly Age.

I Am Afforded A Bit Of Easy Wonderment In Relative Comfort As To How Humans Have Lasted So Long. Climate- And Geography-wise, The Planet Seems To Have Little Use For Us.