Even as I think them, the words lose their context, dissolve into grains of absurdity in the vast ocean of day-to-day hunger.

I’m alone, stumbling through the city in the dark, trying not to let the night freeze my blood.

You can order yourself to treasure a moment, to cling tight to a feeling and never let it fade, but it’s your brain, that three-pound lump of hamburger, that makes the final call.

The ethics of eating people are blurry at best in the fog of my undead amnesia, but I expect more for such a high price. What I want are the moments I will never have. The warm ones. The living ones.

Maybe eventually winter will finish our job for us and end the world in ice instead of blood.

I certainly don't believe in love at first sight. I definitely believe in a lot of chemistry and lust at first sight. I think that love is something that takes work.

It feels nice to be wanted, to be reading and hearing good things about me, so I have to push myself.

This isn't a watercolor, it's a mural.

Compassion for the friend should conceal itself under a hard shell.

The last thing I wanted to do was put politics into my music... because music was my escape.

People in Nevada know me from the street to the ring to the Senate chambers. I've never had to prove my manhood to anyone.

I have worked hard to build relationships between Jewish people and black people.

The mailman doesn't deliver on Sundays.

These are six ways of courting defeat, which must be carefully noted by the general who has attained a responsible post.

After you turn on, don't spend the rest of your life contemplating the inner wonders. Begin immediately expressing your revelation in acts of beauty.