I don't have any spiritual strategy.

No penance serves to renew them, no massive transfusions of trust. Why not even revenge can undo them, so twisted these vows and so crushed.

Everybody knows that the boat is leaking. Everybody knows the captain lied. Everybody got this broken feeling, like their father or their dog just died. Everybody talking to their pockets. Everybody wants a box of chocolates and a long-stem rose. Everybody knows.

English, I know you ... you are German with a license to kill.

There is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in.

Friend, when you speak this carefully I know it is because you don't know what to say.

ordinary eternal machinery, like the grinding of the stars