Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it without a sense of ironic futility.

Equality and freedom are not luxuries to lightly cast aside. Without them$$$ order cannot long endure before approaching depths beyond imagining.

Isn't it terrible the way some unworthy folks are loved$$$ while others that deserve it far more$$$ you'd think$$$ never get much affection?

Life owes me something more than it has paid me and Im going out to collect it.

There's no use trying to live in other people's opinions. The only thing to do is live in your own.

My pen shall heal$$$ not hurt.

Que say-je? (What do I know?)

I'm not going to make movies that tell children$$$ "You should despair and run away".

Whatever it was that I felt was the weak link in my previous project gave me inspiration for the next one.

I see music as fluid architecture.