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

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

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

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.

In a world in which everyone cheats, it's the honest man who passes for a charlatan.

Women keep a special corner of their hearts for sins they have never committed.

When the time comes, we can only expect that we have learned enough to succeed.

You have an amazing ability to depress me sometimes, you know that?" "I try my best.

...hate suits him better than forgiveness. Immersed in hate, he doesn't have to do anything; he can be paralyzed, and the rigidty of hatred makes a kind of shelter for him.

One of the terrorist who was shot dead last week led us today to the hide out of the other 3 suspects.

Although usury is itself a form of credit in its bourgeoisified form, the form adapted to capital , in its pre-bourgeois form it is rather the expression of the lack of credit .

Character is destiny and character is important to American campaigns.

The lush green of the fields became a rich gold that swayed sturdily under the wind and fell at last before the hands of the reapers.

Dressing up, for me, is looking like an idiot.