Garages, barns and attics are always older than the buildings to which they are attached.

You win a while, and then it’s done - Your little winning streak.

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

Every heart to Love will come, but like a refugee

To every people the land is given on condition. Perceived or not, there is a Covenant, beyond the constitution, beyond sovereign guarantee, beyond the nation's sweetest dreams of itself.

I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm, your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy, golden storm, yes many loved before us, I know we are not new, in city and in forest they smiled like me and you, but now it's come to distances and both of us must try, your eyes are soft with sorrow, Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.

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