The Future Belongs To Crowds.

Fame Requires Every Kind Of Excess. I Mean True Fame, A Devouring Neon, Not The Sombre Renown Of Waning Statesmen Or Chinless Kings.

There Are Times When You Want To Stop Working At Faith And Just Be Washed In A Blowing Wind That Tells You Everything.

You Live In A Tower That Soars To Heaven And Goes Unpunished By God.

I Don’t Want Your Candor. I Want Your Soul In A Silver Thimble.

Technology And Violence Are Interdependent.