Arsch / Arse Besitzen / Own Clever / Smart Die meisten / Most Einmal / Once Erhaben / Exalted Etwas / Some Mann / Man Nichts / Nothing Sagte / Said Schlauer Mensch / Smart Man Sitzt / Seated Thron / Throne Unsere / Our Welt / World
I hate small towns because once you've seen the cannon in the park there's nothing else to do.
Nothing hath separated us from God but our own will, or rather our own will is our separation from God.
When once the itch of literature comes over a man, nothing can cure it but the scratching of a pen. But if you have not a pen, I suppose you must scratch any way you can.
Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can't, and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it.
They're each on separate coasts but I think that the deep Maine woods shares some similarities to the Pacific Northwest.
There is some sampling on my records and a lot of what I call replays, where I'd have musicians come in the studio and replay the sample from the original record. But mainly, we'd come up with our own music.
Someone once said that life is what happens while we are making other plans. I now know what that means.
I had a job when I was 10. I started living on my own when I was 17 or 18. I've earned my own money; I've traveled the world. What would I rebel against?
I was excited by what my painter friends were doing, and they seemed to be interested in our poetry too, and that was a wonderful little, fizzy sort of world.
