He got right down in the dark between heartbeats, and rested there. And then he saw that another one wasn't going to come. That's it. That's the last. He looked at the dark. I would like to take this opportunity, he said, to pray for another human being.

We’d torn open our chests and shown our cowardly hearts, and you can never stay friends after something like that

All the modern verse plays, they're terrible; they're mostly about the poetry. It's more important that the play is first.

It was only when you left it alone that a tree might treat you as a friend. After the blade bit in, you had yourself a war.

I knew every raindrop by its name.

There were many moments in the Vine like that one--where you might think today was yesterday, and yesterday was tomorrow, and so on. Because we all believed we were tragic, and we drank. We had that helpless, destined feeling. We would die with handcuffs on. We would be put a stop to, and it wouldn't be our fault. So we imagined. And yet we were always being found innocent for ridiculous reasons.

What's funny about Jesus' Son is that I never even wrote that book, I just wrote it down. I would tell these stories and people would say, You should write these things down.