People Have A Hard Time Accepting Anything

A Record ... Is A Statement, It's Its Own Statement, Its Own Entity, Rather Than Being About Something Else. If I Was A Painter ... I Don't Paint The Chair, I Would Paint Feelings About The Chair.

Ain't Nothing Too Discreet About The Disease Of Conceit.

To Preach Of Peace And Brotherhood, Oh What Might Be The Cost? A Man He Did It Long Ago, And They Hung Him On A Cross.

You Must Be Vulnerable To Be Sensitive To Reality. And To Be Vulnerable Is Just Another Way Of Saying That One Has Nothing More To Lose. I Don't Have Anything But Darkness To Lose.

She Had Bullets In Her Eyes And They Fired.