I was born with eyes that can never close.

If we cry more tears we will ruin the land with salt; instead let's praise that which would distract us with despair. Make a song for death, a song for yellow teeth and bad breath

My generation is now the door to memory. That is why I am remembering.

But come here, Fear. / I am alive! / And you are so afraid / of dying.

I was born with eyes that can never close.

At least I've had to come to that in my life, to realize that this stuff called failure, this stuff, this debris of historical trauma, family trauma, you know, stuff that can kill your spirit, is actually raw material to make things with and to build a bridge. You can use those materials to build a bridge over that which would destroy you.

True power does not amass through the pain and suffering of others.