I love skating and sparkling and flying around the ice, and people clap for you. It's an amazing feeling.
Looking back in front of me, in the mirror a grin. Through eyes of love I see, I'm only looking at a friend.
You see, we are here, as far as I can tell, to help each other - our brothers, our sisters, our friends, our enemies. That's to help each other, not hurt each other.
I use heavy strings, tune low, play hard, and floor it. Floor it. That's technical talk.
Your sound is in your hands as much as anything. It's the way you pick, and the way you hold the guitar, more than it is the amp or the guitar you use.
Music really is a way to reach out and hold on to each other in a healthy way.
I'm just doing the best I can now to keep this going. . . trying to grow up and remain young at the same time.
I find it really disturbing to be watching a lot of the medium that I'm trying to work in. I prefer to be doing things that are farther away.
Procrastination is probably my worst habit out of many. Especially when it comes to paperwork.
I tell students they will know they are getting somewhere when a scene is so painful they can just barely bring themselves to write about it. A writer has to draw blood.
Every wife who slaves to keep herself pretty, to cook her husband's favourite meals, to build up his pride and confidence in himself at the expense of his sense of reality, to be his closest and effectively his only friend, to encourage him to rejectthe consensus of opinionand find reassurance only in her arms is binding her mate to her with hoops of steel that will strangle them both.