I don't like composers who think. It gets in the way of their plagiarism.
Art is science made clear.
What can you say about a society that says that God is dead and Elvis is alive?
Sometimes love will pick you up by the short hairs...and jerk the heck out of you.
There are sadistic scientists who hurry to hunt down errors instead of establishing the truth.
Over the years your bodies become walking autobiographies, telling friends and strangers alike of the minor and major stresses of your lives.
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.