I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love.
the whole world is caught in her glance and at last the universe is magnificent.
That's the way it ends. The thin edge of the wedge.
I tell you such fine music waits in the shadows of hell.
I am for the small man who has not forgotten, for the man who loves his beer and his women and his sunlight
Don't fight your demons. Your demons are here to teach you lessons. Sit down with your demons and have a drink and a chat and learn their names and talk about the burns on their fingers and scratches on their ankles. Some of them are very nice.