In this life, you can not understand what you do have not lived.

... only darkened trails of rain could paint your face upon a pane...

Mark the spirit of invention everywhere, thy rapid patents, Thy continual workshops, foundries, risen or rising, See, from their chimneys how the tall flame-fires stream.

Ghostface, catch the blast of a hype verse, My glock bursts, leave in a hearse, I did worse. I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk, Ya head rush, fly like Egyptian musk.

I think I'm right-brained, incapable of managing my way out of a brown paper bag.

...for a long time I wanted to become a theologian... now, however, behold how through my efforts God is being debated in astronomy.

I like gifts. I like to give them and I like to get them.

Driving fast on the track does not scare me. What scares me is when I drive on the highway I get passed by some idiot who thinks he is Fangio.

I need to smell its smells, to hear its sounds, to see food in a pot that simmers, bubbles, sizzles. I enjoy the physical involvement of stirring, turning, poking, mashing, scraping.

The new media are not ways of relating to us the 'real' world; they are the real world and they reshape what remains of the old world at will.

A person's destiny can be changed through the power of a saint.