Everyone Wants To Feel That They Matter.

I Love America. I Really Do. It's By Far The Place I Like Visiting Out Of Anywhere In The World. I Get A Palpable Sense Of Excitement When The Plane's Landing. It's A Cliché, But There's Still An Incredible Energy About New York In Particular.

I Have A Particular Dislike For Children's Films. I'm Way Past The Novelty Aspect.

There's That Kind Of Song, "whoah Baby, I Love You," Which Doesn't Have A Visual Element, But A Very Strong Emotional Element, And These Are The Great Songs To Me - Those Ones That You Put Them On And They Just Make You Feel Great, Or Whatever.

It Is The Haunted Premises Of Longing That The True Love Song Inhabits. It Is A Howl In The Void, For Love And For Comfort And It Lives On The Lips Of The Child Crying For His Mother. It Is The Song Of The Lover In Need Of Her Loved One, The Raving Of The Lunatic Supplicant Petitioning His God...the Love Song Is The Sound Of Our Endeavors To Become God-like, To Rise Up And Above The Earthbound And The Mediocre.

You're One Microscopic Cog In His Catastrophic Plan.