Pretty girls make graves

They have worries, they're counting the miles, they're thinking about where to sleep tonight, how much money for gas, the weather, how they'll get there - and all the time they'll get there anyway, you see.

i wish the whole world was dead serious about food instead of silly rockets and machines and explosives using everybody's food money to blow their heads off anyway.

It was the work of the quiet mountains, this torrent of purity at my feet.

Sweet life continues in the breeze, in the golden fields.

I took a straight picture that made me look like a thirty-year-old Italian who'd kill anybody who said something against his mother.

Somewhere along the line I knew there'd be girls, visions, everything; somewhere along the line the pearl would be handed to me.