Death Makes Angels of us all.

This is the strangest life I've ever known.

I think the highest and lowest points are the important ones. Anything else is just...in between.

Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain.

I can kind of envision one person with a lot of machines, tapes, and electronic set-ups...singi ng or speaking and using machines.

Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.

Take an Indian home to lunch.