Every year, August lashes out in volcanic fury, rising with the din of morning traffic, its great metallic wings smashing against the ground, heating the air with ever-increasing intensity. – Henry Rollins
If I was gay, there would be no closet. You would never see the closet I came out of. Why? Because Id have burned it for kindling by the time I was twelve… If I was gay, at this stage of the game—age 37, aging alternative icon—Id be taking out ads. – Henry Rollins