On soft Spring nights I'll stand in the yard under the stars - Something good will come out of all things yet - And it will be golden and eternal just like that - There's no need to say another word.

I felt free and therefore I was free.

I looked up at the dark sky and prayed to God for a better break in life and a better chance to do something for the little people I loved.

Whither goest thou, America, in thy shiny car in the night?

I'm right there, swimming the river of hardships but I know how to swim.

Avoid the world, it's just a lot of dust and drag and means nothing in the end.

It’s not that I can’t fall in love. It’s really that I can’t help falling in love with too many things all at once. So, you must understand why I can’t distinguish between what’s platonic and what isn’t, because it’s all too much and not enough at the same time.