Everyone thinks I'm a wimp and even my own band hates me. Oh, well. I guess I'll just flip 'em the bird!
Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz between what's flesh and what's fantasy.
It's not the time in your life, it's the life in your time.
We struggled together and sometimes with one another. We took care of one another. In the end, we kept faith in each other.
Those wounds stay with you, and you turn them into a language and a purpose.
The future is now. Roll up your sleeves and let your passion flow. The country we carry in our hearts is waiting.
For one kiss, darling, I swear everything I would give. Cause you're a walking, talking reason to live.
I thought a forest was made up entirely of trees, but now I know that the foundation lies below ground, in the fungi.
These stupid peasants, who, throughout the world, hold potentates on their thrones, make statesmen illustrious, provide generals with lasting victories, all with ignorance, indifference, or half-witted hatred, moving the world with the strength of their arms, and getting their heads knocked together in the name of God, the king, or the stock exchange-immortal, dreaming, hopeless asses, who surrender their reason to the care of a shining puppet, and persuade some toy to carry their lives in his purse.
Sentences are not as such either true or false.
I think an old style of addressing environmental problems is ebbing, but the rise of the so-called conservative, political movement in this country is not a trend towards the future but a reaction to this very broad shift that we are undergoing.