When the path ignites a soul, there's no remaining in place. The foot touches ground, but not for long.

While reason is still tracking down the secret, you end your quest on the open field of love.

He's getting away you idiots! Shoot him. I'm wearing Spider-Man underpants!

Every choice is limited. That's life.

Lost in New York City. Not that I don't know where I am, but rather perplexed as to where I am going.

Most people in this society who aren't actively mad are, at best, reformed or potential lunatics.

Look at the sky. Ask yourselves: Has the sheep eaten the flower, yes or no? And you will see how everything changes.

The culture stays alive, but certain parts of it die or fail, and that's very interesting to me.

I should have written more. I should have written more during the period when I just liked so much doing the political work in the streets.

It does a man good to see his lady being brave while she has their baby... it inspires him.

The fuel for the sports fan is the ability to have private theories.

The writer has to force himself to work. He has to make his own hours and if he doesn't go to his desk at all there is nobody to scold him.