We Were Exiles From Reality That Summer.

In My World Death Will Come Chasing. In Your World It Will Start Whispering In Your Ear To Destroy Yourself. I Know This Because It Started Whispering To Me When I Was In The Detention Center.

Our Own Personal Brand Of Courage - In Relationships, In Conflict, In Our Principles ­ - Is As Unique As Our Fingerprints.

This Thing With Being Lovers, It Isn't Like Being Married.

My Whole Life Is My Work.

The Future Looks Like Gasoline. . . . Crude Oil . . . Is The Future Before It Has Been Refined. It Is Like A Dream Of The Future, Really, And Like Any Dream It Ends With A Rude Awakening.