I made a choice, and that choice cost me more than I wanted it to.

Can you tell me what it is, do you even know? Is it freedom or truth, perhaps peace - could it be for love?
Illusions, Mr. Anderson, vagaries of perception. Temporary constructs of a feeble
human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or
purpose. And all of them as artificial as the Matrix itself. Although, only a human
mind could invent something as insipid as love.

However, the relevant issue is whether or not you are

Ready to accept the responsibility for the death of every human being in this world.

Already I can see the chain reaction, the chemical precursors

that signal the onset of emotion, designed specifically to overwhelm logic, and
reason.

Hope, it is the quintessential human delusion, simultaneously the source of your

greatest strength, and your greatest weakness.

The singer, 43, told Harper's Bazaar magazine that continuous coverage in the US,
"will drive you crazy", adding: "Not everyone is stone."