A long past vividly remembered is like a heavy garment that clings to your limbs when you would run.
I wanted to connect a modern story with a myth that I had read.
I cried because I had no shoes. Then I met a man who had no feet.
Love is like breathing, you take it in and let it out.
I am not a smart man, particularly, but one day, at long last, I stumbled from the dark woods of my own, and my family's, and my country's past, holding in my hands these truths: that love grows from the rich loam of forgiveness; that mongrels make good dogs; that the evidence of God exists in the roundness of things. This much, at least, I've figured out. I know this much is true.
I am a plodder, I make an appointment with my computer everyday and I have no idea where I am going.
Love grows from the rich foam of forgiveness, mongrels make good dogs, and the evidence of God exists in the roundness of things.
The only thing growing faster than the federal government's deficit is Chris Matthews' man-crush on Barack Obama.
I have always been driven to buck the system, to innovate, to take things beyond where they've been.
Studio people are idiots. Until they see someone else doing it and make a success of it, they don't open their minds. Most of them are idiots.
I enjoy listening to the albums of my youth as much as ever.