The duty of lovers is to tarnish the Golden Rule

And what can I tell you, my brother, my killer, what can I possibly say? I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you, I'm glad you stood in my way

I never really liked poetry readings; I liked to read poetry by myself, but I liked singing, chanting my lyrics to this jazz group.

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.

Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove Dance me to the end of love.

I want to be paid for my work, not work for my pay.

We are so lightly here. It is in love that we are made. In love we disappear.