We’re all photojournalists now. It’s no longer enough just to write.

Reality is neurology, and is not absolute.

The only authentic literature of the modern era is the owner’s manual.

But so strong is our desire for meaning, an innate desire, that we construct meanings where there are none.

Send these images of me through the internet out into the universe, where I will continue my out-of-body existence.

To not be photographed daily, even by oneself, to not be recorded and videoed and dispersed into the turbulent winds of the net, was to court nonexistence.

The internet is now a forum for public prosecution.

Thy faith never looks so grand in summer weather as it does in winter?

It is easier to win than to fail. Everybody sides with the winner. But the failure walks alone.

When you play soccer, most of the time you got to get the ball moving, but once you get into that attacking third you gotta' be creative, you gotta' let your talent take over.

Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.

The trickster, the riddler, the keeper of balance, he of the many faces who finds life in death and who fears no evil; he who walks through doors.

I'm certainly not a lyricist first. I prefer doing it intuitively and not really thinking about it so much.

Animals are not brethren, they are not underlings; they are other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time.

Doors lead to things and I've never met one I haven't wanted to open.

The raven red, on ruby pinions winging its way between the worlds, hears dead men singing. It scarce knows it strength, the price it scarce knows, but its power will arise and the Circle will close.

I always tell people I'm running against two Democrats, one that admits it and one that does not.