I can't see my reflection in the waters, I can't speak the sounds that show no pain. I can't hear the echo of my footsteps, or can't remember the sound of my own name.

Satan will give you a little taste, then he'll move in with rapid speed.

I'll stand over your grave 'til I'm sure that you're dead.

Don't forget to support your public library.

They're selling postcards of the hanging.

I had ambitions to set out and find, like an odyssey or going home somewhere, set out to find this home that I'd left a while back and couldn't remember exactly where it was, but I was on my way there. And encountering what I encountered on the way was how I envisioned it all. I didn't really have any ambition at all. I was born very far from where I'm supposed to be, and so, I'm on my way home, you know?

and if anybody asks me is it easy to forget I'll say it is easily done, you just pick anyone, and pretend that you never have met