Words have magic. Spells and curses. Some of them, the best of them, once said change everything.

I can't believe what a state I got myself into over this. Everyone was right. They said it would just happen, and it did. I guess the best things do.

In every step you take, keep your feet firmly on the ground.

Americans are not gonna conserve. We're not gonna shift to smaller cars. We can't - we have big, fat kids.

We don't need gold plated highways. We don't need zoning commissions which penalize offices at home and promote car commutes.

If I had done what I was programmed to do, I would now be sitting in a car factory looking at the sizes of wheels, or wondering how to get credit to start a new factory in Russia.

...bleak territory of the heart.

I'll just let the hair speak for itself. It's got a Twitter account, so it actually does more speaking than I probably do on Twitter.

An artist wears his work in place of wounds.

I am so close, I may look distant.

We live in a world of guns, bombs and terror. To conquer hate seems a nigh-impossible task.

There is nothing so loathsome as a sentimental surrealist.