The hit and run of thoughts on ideas is a havoc.

The passing clouds outside the window form the perfect backdrop for wavering frames I see moving inside my mind.

The seeming legitimacy that existed in mind a second earlier vaporized before they could be carried out, leaving the air barren.

Sometimes I fear those noisy words boiling in an unsettling cauldron.

None of the shades of blue can paint the character of few men.

The land wherein the need to be alone and the need to be around people is dissolved together is a complete anarchy.

Waves don't think, plan and prepare to better their rise after every fall. They are pristine as they are.

The devil’s agents may be of flesh and blood, may they not?

I know I tackled something big, new, and scary and I survived.

Uncle said, "If love would save him, wouldn't no harm come to him.

The Constitution is a delusion and a snare if the weakest and humblest man in the land cannot be defended in his right to speak and his right to think as much as the strongest in the land.

If there's a reason for the way that life is I'd like to find it. After all, who's life is it?

A noble deed is a step towards heaven.

God laughs at men's plans.

Language, as symbol, determines much of the nature and quality of our experience.

When I listen to my work, I think, what's so inflammatory about it? It's not really that dissonant. A lot of people who used to hate my stuff have come round to it.

At one point in time, you've just got to be a brave soldier, and speak up. What are you scared of, you know? So many of our entertainers have that fear because we're afraid of opposition.