In streams of light I clearly saw The dust you seldom see, Out of which the Nameless makes A Name for one like me... All busy in the sunlight The flecks did float and dance, And I was tumbled up with them In formless circumstance.

I turned my back on the devil, turned my back on the angel too.

Let judges secretly despair of justice: their verdicts will be more acute. Let generals secretly despair of triumph; killing will be defamed. Let priests secretly despair of faith: their compassion will be true.

I've often said if I knew where the good songs came from, I'd go there more often.

We actually lead very violent, passionate lives and I think that we're hungry for insights into this condition. That's why we get all that stuff on television. It's really where we are, really what we are.

Maybe there's a god above but the only thing I learned from love was how to shoot at somebody who outdrew you.

Anything I tell you is an alibi for something else." Then let's be quiet together.