Some people fall in love and touch the sky. Some people fall in love and find quicksand. I hover somewhere in between, I swear, I can’t make up my mind.
Britney Spears. Because she’s a girl, I wouldn’t smack her – I’d lock her in a closet with poisonous spiders or something. Let her think about what she’s doing to the youth culture of America.
Men have a lot less to write about, unless you’re somebody like Tom Waits or John Lennon. And the female voice is much more suited to melody. Men have this barky thing – we’re domesticated apes with a microphone.
It’s great to want to be part of something, but it’s a different thing completely to believe wholly in some type of movement, and to give everything for that something.
I attribute a scab to the present state of society. The way the scab looks in its worst state is gross and chaotic and horrible, that’s now, but when it breaks away, there’s a brand new piece of skin that’s stronger than before. It’s like creation out of chaos.
