Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life.

All you have is your fire And the place you need to reach Don't you ever tame your demons But always keep them on a leash

There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin

The song is about asserting yourself and reclaiming your humanity through an act of love.

No masters or kings when the ritual begins [making love] There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene Only then I am human Only then I am clean

The song, to me, is about what it is to be a human, what it is to love someone as a human being, and organizations that would undermine that, and undermine the more natural parts of being a person

When I write songs, I try to remove myself a little bit. Obviously they're very personal to me, but it feels easier if I feel like I'm writing characters.

Art and music are the vehicle for the zeitgeist.

I think humans are driven by othering people, by defining themselves by who they are not and who is different from them. Human beings are in love with othering.

Will there be a time when equality will exist? I think given human nature there will always be conflict.

I think if more people would understand how simple and what really feminism is, I would imagine that most men I know are feminists without verbalising or saying so.

A friend may well be reckoned the masterpiece of nature.

Believe is the gateway to great treasures.

You know, mistress, that I love you, and shall love you always

Sometimes there a hundred lies behind a smile and not a single truth behind a tear.

To mention only contemporaries, Delacroix, Corot, Millet, Rousseau, Courbet are masters. And finally [I like] all those [painters] who loved and had a strong feeling for nature.

Jeb Bush welcomed his fourth grandchild. The new Bush grandchild is happy, healthy, and will be running for president in 2048.

Like any tool [drugs] can help you or hurt you.

I finally realized that no one is perfect and that I like the fact that I look different and don't have the perfect body. No one does!

[Identity liberalism] is about recognition and self-definition. It's narcissistic. It's isolating. It looks within. And it also makes two contradictory claims on people.

Outlaws, like lovers, poets, and tubercular composers who cough blood onto piano keys, do their finest work in the slippery rays of the moon.