How can you laugh when your mother's hungry? How can you smile when the reasons for smiling are wrong?

I don't know about carry out, but you can carry me off to bed.

Everyone's saved, we're in the grave. See you there for afternoon tea.

Everyone is from somewhere, even if you've never been there.

The sand-castle virtues are all swept away in the tidal destruction, the moral melee.

I'll make love to you in all good places, under black mountains and open spaces.

The doer and the thinker, no allowances for the other, as the failing light illuminates the mercenaries creed.