Shouldering your loneliness like a gun that you will not learn to aim, you stumble into this movie house then you climb, you climb into the frame.

Your servant here, he has been told to say it clear, to say it cold: It's over, it ain't going any further And now the wheels of heaven stop you feel the devil's riding crop Get ready for the future: it is murder

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.

And clenching your fist for the ones like us Who are oppressed by the figures of beauty.

I found that things became a lot easier when I no longer expected to win. You abandon your masterpiece and sink into the real masterpiece.

It's four in the morning, the end of december I'm writing you now just to see if you're better.

I’ve seen the nations rise and fall. I’ve heard their stories, heard them all, but love’s the only engine of survival.