It's like a bear stumbling into a beehive or a honey cache: I'm stumbling right into it and getting stuck, and it's delicious and it's horrible and I'm in it and it's not very graceful and it's very awkward and it's very painful and yet there's something inevitable about it.
Get ready for the future: it is murder.
I've often said if I knew where the good songs came from, I'd go there more often.
I bargain now. I offer buttons for his love.
Silence And a deeper silence When the crickets Hesitate
You have to keep cracking yourself open or you become a parody of yourself.