What’s So Civil About War Anyway?

I'm Late To Everything. I've Always Wanted To Have It Written In My Will That When I Die, The Coffin Shows Up A Half Hour Late And Says On The Side, Like In Gold, 'sorry I'm Late'.

I'm Glad To Be Here [in Israel] Again.

There Was A Much More Self-destructive Nature In 'appetite.' It Was A Going-for-it-at-all-cost Thing That Worked Then.

I Don't Even Know My Own Phone Number.

Life Sucks, But In A Beautiful Kind Of Way.