Because there's beauty in the breakdown.

The gloves are like a second skin. They are part of me. An extension of me. I become hyperreal.

I just love crafting and shaping sounds... I like to breathe my own life into these sounds

My grand plan is that I can master having a better life by making sure I have a regular flow of songs. Then I can give myself time to tour or celebrate or write a film score.

I'm never gonna go into a studio and work for a whole year non-stop. Just every day on my own in the studio working, it's just too damn hard.

Oily marks appear on walls / Where pleasure moments hung before

I never had any social life, just played the piano and studied, studied, studied.

Everything stems from real experiences but I do also have a very vivid imagination. A song lyric gets easily carried away with itself and can end up somewhere I'd never have predicted.

I took my life in my hands and social media has just helped me do that more.

When I finish a song, I never feel like I want to restrict its life. I feel that once I've done something, it's out. It's in people's ears, cars, headphones. It has its own journey.

I just love crafting and shaping sounds. Actually, many of the sounds that I work with start off as organic instruments - guitar, piano, clarinet, etc. But I do love the rigidity of electronic drums.

If you don't look. You can't see.

The body of literature, with its limits and edges, exists outside some people and inside others. Only after the writer lets literature shape her can she perhaps shape literature.

If some dude I'd never heard of managed to broadcast a platitude like that to the whole globe, I'd probably just feel like I was being spammed.

The minority vote is growing, which is part of the alarm of so many Republicans and why Trump constantly whipped up their alarm with his racist statements.

I didn't have to go to school, graduate and then go, What am I going to do? I knew from the beginning.

We went back to the weird Institute building. At night there was a lot more activity. Erasers coming in non-stop. Nice cars, nice clothes, nice smug faces (that I wanted to smash!). -Fang's Blog

Sometimes, in order to go forward, You must first go back.

You have to speak your mind, but without being cruel.

I know I haven't much sense or sobriety, but I've got what is ever so much better — the knack of making people like me.

It was Mario Cuomo's great gift and our good fortune that he was both a sterling orator and a passionate public servant. His life was a blessing.