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'm never sure why I do anything, to tell you the truth.

When you're not feeling holy, your loneliness says that you've sinned.

Do not be a magician - be magic!

And what can I tell you, my brother, my killer, what can I possibly say? I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you, I'm glad you stood in my way

The cutting of the gem has to be finished before you can see whether it shines.

Everybody knows that you've been faithful, give or take a night or two.