If you want what's in the package you should at least know how to get the string off, is what I say.

I want everything back, the way it was. But there is no point to it, this wanting.

Axiom: you are a sea. Your eye- lids curve over chaos My hands where they touch you, create small inhabited islands soon you will be all earth: a known land, a country.

Ten days after the war ended, my sister Laura drove a car off a bridge.

You want the truth, of course. You want me to put two and two together. But two and two doesn’t necessarily get you the truth. Two and two equals a voice outside the window. Two and two equals the wind. The living bird is not its labeled bones.

The animals have no need for speech, why talk when you are a word.

Though as he'd say, what is 'belief' but a willingness to suspend the negatives?