Life Is Weird, Great And Dangerous.

I Think Of The Thrill Of An Intelligent Woman Talking Just To Me.

I Was At The First Minor Threat Show, And You Could Tell, 'this Band Is Going To Be The King Of The Town.' It Was Obvious. They Were So Good.

Every Year, August Lashes Out In Volcanic Fury, Rising With The Din Of Morning Traffic, Its Great Metallic Wings Smashing Against The Ground, Heating The Air With Ever-increasing Intensity.

I Get Tired Of Talking When I Want To Be Silent.

I Really Enjoy The Lattitude I Have With Being A Private Citizen. I Can Get A Lot Done. I Am Good With That.