“ Are we all just information addicts, churning out bad Xeroxes of something we once saw or heard? Or is the redoubled emptiness a more personal expression: the result of looking inside his/her own personal artistic soul and finding, well nothing?

“ Sincerity is one of my favorite victories in this lifetime. I mean, how much rebellion did I have to experience? How much fighting did I do? How many times did I have to ignore my father’s inability to emote - how we all ignore our fathers’ inability to emote in our presence? How much air conditioning did I have to transcend and the comfort that goes along with it - the comfortable couches, the television, the.. uh, magnitude of static that surrounds us - I mean, how much daily fighting, infighting, strategizing, evading, running.. did I have to do for the ability to feel? For the ability to emote? For the simple moments when I feel actual passion?

“ It is not enough to be busy. So are the ants. The question is: What are we busy about?