Fear only has as much power as we give it space.

Every heart is a package tangled up in knots someone else tied.

Mud and water and the stumps of trees. In every direction that was all there was. Bodies fell, but the trees died standing up.

I'm singing for the love of it/Have mercy on the man who sings to be adored.

I do think that there's art that is tortured, but I prefer art that has the joy in it.

The real desk isn't one with four legs and a filing cabinet. It's the space of time that you stake out every day and the will with which you defend it.

Its been a long time coming but now the snow is gone