Sack over my head and cinched it tight around my windpipe.
You create your opportunities by asking for them.
Nothing is so awesomely unfamiliar as the familiar that discloses itself at the end of a journey.
The keenest sorrow is to recognize ourselves as the sole cause of all our adversities.
Sitting in the back of that Hummer, my head in a hood, my hands lashed behind my back, lurching back and forth while the bruises swelled up on my head, terrorism suddenly felt a lot riskier.
Music is essentially useless, as life is.
Do what you feel in your heart to be right - for you'll be criticized anyway. You'll be damned if you do, and damned if you don't.