How can I begin anything new with all of yesterday in me?

I think there's an appetite for seriousness. Seriousness is voluptuous, and very few people have allowed themselves the luxury of it.

From bitter searching of the heart, quickened with passion and with pain we rise to play a greater part this is the faith from which we start.

If you're lucky, you can keep the vehicle healthy and responsive over the years. If you're lucky, your own intentions have very little to do with this.

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

And I'll dance with you in Vienna, I'll be wearing a river's disguise. The hyacinth wild on my shoulder my mouth on the dew of your thighs. And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook, with the photographs there and the moss. And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty, my cheap violin and my cross.

G-d is alive. Magic is afoot. G-d is afoot. Magic is alive.