The rapids beat below the boat Deep in the heart of the land Feel the pulse of the river in the pulse at your throat Deep in the heart of the land.

The first river you paddle runs through the rest of your life. It bubbles up in pools and eddies to remind you who you are.

We are deep at the bottom of this river of time, caught up in the current of the moment where all the rivers rendezvous.

Ancient rock paintings remind us that there are no unclaimed lands, that people have always lived here. They are wayposts along the river journey to the interior of the mind and heart.

Her name badge read: Hello! My name is DIE, DEMIGOD SCUM!

Be the type of man a wife would cherish and a child would admire.

My mother always tells me that anyone who gets enjoyment from other people's misery will eventually get the greatest discomfort from his or her own miseries.

As I've gotten older I look like a man, finally.

I enjoy directing. I don't know whether it's improving or not, but it's certainly evolving in different directions.

If elephants didn't exist, you couldn't invent one. They belong to a small group of living things so unlikely they challenge credulity and common sense.

As a producer, I'm an objective observer, helping a band form their ideas into a cohesive album. It's a step back from the intimacy of creation.

Life is too short not to create something with every breath we draw.

You managed to get him a duster, but you couldn't find me a pair of jeans?

90% of toys are made in china, which technically makes the chinese elves