“Love of money is the mother-city (metropolis) of all evils.”

Good slaves are free, but bad free men are slaves of many passions.

Though boys throw stones at frogs in sport, the frogs do not die in sport, but in earnest.

It hurts the bald-head just as much as the thatched-head to have his hairs plucked.

If you don’t own a train company then you go and paint on one instead… it all comes from that thing at school when you had to have name tags in the back of something… that makes it belong to you. You can own half the city by scribbling your name over it.

Bend your minds and wills to the education of the peoples and kindreds of the earth, that haply the dissensions that divide it may, through the power of the Most Great Name, be blotted out from its face, and all mankind become the upholders of one Order, and the inhabitants of one City.

If you have a statue in the city centre you could go past it every day on your way to school and never even notice it, right. But as soon as someone puts a traffic cone on its head, you’ve made your own sculpture.

Not only is my wardrobe totally average, my body’s totally average. I love all the candy-fantasy fulfillment of Sex and the City.

I mean, just because you’re a musician doesn’t mean all your ideas are about music.

For me, the lame part of the Sixties was the political part, the social part. The real part was the spiritual part.

I’m not a city kind of guy. I’m happiest when I’m tromping through the woods. That’s why I don’t live in Los Angeles.

Destroy or build. Crazy or noncrazy. I’m not nostalgic about the old city. I don’t enjoy it that much.