I always liked stories that carry on and have a different format from the normal music video.
That is how prison is tearing me up inside. It hurts every day. Every day takes me further from my life.
Most important, you learn never to trust a man, even if he seems honest and sincere. You learn how men deceive themselves and how impossible it is to help them without injuring yourself.
This world is nothing. An illusion. Death is the release.
I find it painful and angering to look in a mirror.
I've wanted somehow to convey to you the sensations - the atmospheric pressure, you might say - of what it is to be seriously a long-term prisoner in an American prison.
The part of me which wanders through my mind and never sees or feels actual objects, but which lives in and moves through my passions and my emotions, experiences this world as a horrible nightmare.
Iran would do well to look at the calendar and realize there's a new president in the Oval Office. And Iran would do well not to test the resolve of this new president [Donald Trump].
My neighbor doesn't want to be loved as much as he wants to be envied.
Utopia would seem to offer the spectacle of one of those rare phenomena whose concept is indistinguishable from its reality, whose ontology coincides with its representation.
Until I came to New Mexico, I never realized how much beauty water adds to a river.