When the Fugees were big, we made a whole lot of money, and what happened was that I saved my money and never spent it.
The past is a great place and I don't want to erase it or to regret it, but I don't want to be its prisoner either.
The American Dream has run out of gas. The car has stopped. It no longer supplies the world with its images, its dreams, its fantasies. No more. It's over. It supplies the world with its nightmares now: the Kennedy assassination, Watergate, Vietnam.