A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness.

Then sail, my fine lady, on the billowing wave - The water below is as dark as the grave, And maybe you'll sink in your little blue boat - It's hope, and hope only, that keeps us afloat

Screw poetry, it’s you I want, your taste, rain on you, mouth on your skin.

Our biggest moral debt is to the environment. Take-take-take, nothing given back.

All fathers are invisible in daytime; daytime is ruled by mothers and fathers come out at night. Darkness brings home fathers, with their real, unspeakable power. There is more to fathers than meets the eye.

If we were all on trial for our thoughts, we would all be hanged.

The astrologers would tell that the U.S. is ruled by fire and Canada is ruled by water. Short version: You pep us up, we cool you down.