...Matt. I didn't think they'd kill you... I'm so sorry...

Nobody died. how can you kill an idea? How can you kill the personification of an action?""Then what died? who are you mourning?""A point of view.

It is better to live your own destiny imperfectly than to live an imitation of somebody else's life with perfection.

Nothing ever stays the same. Just because things aren't good now doesn't mean they will be that way forever....Never quit.

Not a penny off the pay, not a second on the day.

Dear Valentine, I have thought of you often. Not all the time, but often.

In theology the conservative temper tends to formalism.

I can't imagine a genuinely intelligent boy getting much out of college, even out of a good college, save it be a cynical habit of mind.

I was lucky enough as a kid to spend most of my weekends at the Fillmore East. On a great night, that was like a Holy Roller evangelical church.

I regard everything with irony, including the face I see in the mirror when I wake up in the morning.

The blues is the roots, the rest is the fruits.