The troubles came and I saved what I could save. A thread of light, a particle, a wave.

I don't consider myself a pessimist. I think of a pessimist as someone who is waiting for it to rain. And I feel soaked to the skin.

I’ll be marching through the morning, Marching through the night, Moving 'cross the borders Of My Secret Life.

Most of our distractions are designed to invite us away from this recognition, which is a good idea.

If you want a lover I'll do anything you ask me to. And if you want another kind of love I'll wear a mask for you.

Stunned and still not suffering. Swollen with care and anxiety and still not suffering. Useless, old and full of grief, but still not suffering.

You are locked into your suffering and your pleasures are the seal.