I drove through the stockyards of Texas on a motorcycle. It doesn't let you escape what surrounds you and what it smells like and feels like - and what hit me was the realization that something that was alive and had feelings will suffer before a piece of it is placed on our plates.

The attitude we have towards our personal pets as opposed to the animals that suffer under the factory farm is hypocritical and delusional.

I have crashed on a motorcycle that was going at 140mph, so I know what it feels like.

It feels really sad, to me, to go to a dark bedroom. It's like surrendering to the night or something.

There's something about music that makes me feel like a different person, that feels like an escape.

My fondest hope is that President Bush will answer his telephone and look out his window and see millions upon millions of people in America and across the world expressing their opposition and that he will have an epiphany and a change of heart and that this war will not take place.