They ended every speech with the word hiro, which means: like I said. Thus each man took responsibility for intruding into the inarticulate murmur of the spheres. To hiro they added the word koue, a cry of joy or distress, according to whether it was sung or howled. Thus they essayed to piece the mysterious curtain which hangs between all talking men: at the end of every utterance a man stepped back, so to speak, and attempted to interpret his words to the listener, attempted to subvert the beguiling intellect with the noise of true emotion.

Raise a million filters and the rain will not be clean, until the longing for it be refined in deep confession.

Take one step to the side and it's all absurd.

Who could have foretold the heart grows old from touching others

Adam [Cohen] is a great singer-songwriter in his own right.

Oh the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone.

If you want a lover I'll do anything you ask. If you want a different kind of love I'll wear a mask. If you want to strike me down in anger here I stand. If you want a partner in life take my hand. I'm your man.